eldaliespirit

Firey hues seep across the sleeping earth as some rich honey spilled by a careless hand, each color blazoned bodly upon the dew-kissed leaf and the ripened fruit. A terrible brilliance dawns in my eyes. "Behold, my lost love." What mortality is left to us now, but this precious moment? But an ephemeral joy before we must surrender ourselves once more to the rising sun. I curse that which I had loved in mortal days. I curse that which is now denied me. I stay as long as I dare, feeling the subtle warmth pervade my being. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain comes. Soon it will be unbearable. Oh, but my love, I have forsaken you! Never to hold you