He grabbed her and shook her. There was so much shame in his face. She knew what her fate was. He turned her around and grabbed the back of her wings. “You have fallen.” He said. And with that she closed her eyes and held her breath. There came excruciating pain in her back. A single tear came down her face. He left her there alone at the edge of the cliff. It was over…
With the tears falling down her face she looked up towards the heavens. She wrapped her arms around herself feeling where her wings used to be. It was sore and bleeding. She looked to her left and they were free falling down the mountain side. They were cascading down towards the waters embrace. And she smiled. She screamed in pure delight in her pain. She was Free….
Monday, November 30, 2009
Queen Of Hearts a story some bits and pieces...more to come...
Understanding by Evanescence
Lying beside you
Listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you
Burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me
Of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this
And I will die for you
Cast me not away
Say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot
Bear it all alone
The Queen of Hearts sat alone thinking. She was a troubled soul, and nothing was going to ease her pain. All but one thing. She smiled to herself. She had lost everything. Not that anyone would understand what she lost. She was a queen. She had everything didn’t she? No. Not everything. A servant was walking about lighting candles in her cave. She called this her cave because this used to be where the chapel used to be, but since she did not believe in god or anything to do with god so she made it a place where she could go down in the dark, sit and think. It reminded her of her mind. Dark and alone. The room was had brightened up a little bit. When the servant was finished she rushed out of the room as quickly as she had come in. The Queen laughed a little. Everyone knew when she was not happy, and they knew better then the mess her. She was known to have a temper and she didn’t need anyone to do her dirty work. She did it herself.
The Queen was not always royalty. She had been a peasant once. She had managed to work her way inside the castle and catch the eye of the prince years ago. They were kids. But she did not fall in love. Oh no. She fell in love with the power, and all that it had to offer her. She destroyed anyone that got in her way to get to the prince. When life had been cruel you had to be cruel back. And she did it well. She knew as well that the Prince did not love her back either. But it did annoy her when he shared his bed with other chambermaids. She hated sharing.
There was one maid that survived. Only because they were friends. Or so she thought. She caught them sleeping together in her bed. She kept quiet. Alice had betrayed her. Not the King. But Alice. Her childhood friend. They had played in the same dirt. Came from the same village. She laughed out loud. This wasn’t real. None of this was. Love wasn’t real.
The Queen got up, her black dress falling and as she moved there was more trailing be hind her. She had no real friends only one. The White Rabbit. He was real. He was the only man she had ever loved. She wondered where he could be hiding today. Perhaps in the stables. He loved horses. He loved nature. It was so nice to know that he loved the same things as she did. A tear fell down her face. She loved him. She actually loved him. He was tall, built from knowing what a days work was, blue eyed and fearless. He knew the Queens deepest and darkest secretes. He knew her inside and out, mentally and psychically. She needed to talk to him. They had planning to do.
The cottage in the woods was suppose to be the King and Queens get away. But instead he used it for him and Alice to get away and leave the Queen at bay. The White Rabbit came into view. It was midnight when he was awaken from his slumber, and it was ordered that the Queen needed to speak to him, and that she would be found in the Garden of Eden. He thought that it was funny that she decided to call it that. It housed beautiful roses, in various colors. But the Queen’s favorite was the blood red roses. He would pick her one as his greeting. This wasn’t unusual for him to meet her this late at night. It was something that became a habit lately. She liked to make love in the maze she had out in the garden. So sensual and so real.
He found her sitting by the large fountain. There was a full moon out tonight. She was dressed in a white gown, her hair pulled into a tight bun. Her lips were naturally blood red. She did not smile when he came up to her and gave her a rose. She took it and kissed his hand.
“My Lady.” He said. He held her face in his hands. She closed her eyes. She loved it when he held her close. She kissed his finger tips. She sighed.
“Now.” She gave him a smile. “I assume that tomorrow night Richard and Alice have a little get together in the cabin am I right?” John took a deep breath. John and him had been friends as well. John grew up on these lands he and Richard were the same ages, they played together as children. Though he was a servants child and he being royalty it was frowned upon but Queen Lidia thought nothing of her boy having someone from the real world play with her son.
“Yes of course.” He stoked her face with the back of his hand. “Its Sunday.” He said.
“Ah, of course how silly.” Morgan almost forgot that every Sunday Richard goes out hunting and stays at the cottage. “He should know by now that I know about this. He never comes back with any game.”
“Oh he’s caught something all right.” John said. Morgan stood up and walked away from him. Her dress was low cut in the back. She was a slave to fashion. He smiled to himself.
“When you bring Alice to the cottage tomorrow, I will be waiting…and when Richard arrives…let the games begin.” She turned now, the moon shinning down on her.
“Morgan…” John took two steps towards her.
“Don’t start this.”
“How is this going to settle…”
“Simple.” She laughed loudly. “When Richard arrives and sees that his love has killed herself…like the swans….” she walked up to him wrapped her arms around his thick neck. She traced the outline of his lips. She loved his nose. “He will slowly die.” She kissed him. “and then…you will be king.”
Lying beside you
Listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you
Burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me
Of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this
And I will die for you
Cast me not away
Say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot
Bear it all alone
The Queen of Hearts sat alone thinking. She was a troubled soul, and nothing was going to ease her pain. All but one thing. She smiled to herself. She had lost everything. Not that anyone would understand what she lost. She was a queen. She had everything didn’t she? No. Not everything. A servant was walking about lighting candles in her cave. She called this her cave because this used to be where the chapel used to be, but since she did not believe in god or anything to do with god so she made it a place where she could go down in the dark, sit and think. It reminded her of her mind. Dark and alone. The room was had brightened up a little bit. When the servant was finished she rushed out of the room as quickly as she had come in. The Queen laughed a little. Everyone knew when she was not happy, and they knew better then the mess her. She was known to have a temper and she didn’t need anyone to do her dirty work. She did it herself.
The Queen was not always royalty. She had been a peasant once. She had managed to work her way inside the castle and catch the eye of the prince years ago. They were kids. But she did not fall in love. Oh no. She fell in love with the power, and all that it had to offer her. She destroyed anyone that got in her way to get to the prince. When life had been cruel you had to be cruel back. And she did it well. She knew as well that the Prince did not love her back either. But it did annoy her when he shared his bed with other chambermaids. She hated sharing.
There was one maid that survived. Only because they were friends. Or so she thought. She caught them sleeping together in her bed. She kept quiet. Alice had betrayed her. Not the King. But Alice. Her childhood friend. They had played in the same dirt. Came from the same village. She laughed out loud. This wasn’t real. None of this was. Love wasn’t real.
The Queen got up, her black dress falling and as she moved there was more trailing be hind her. She had no real friends only one. The White Rabbit. He was real. He was the only man she had ever loved. She wondered where he could be hiding today. Perhaps in the stables. He loved horses. He loved nature. It was so nice to know that he loved the same things as she did. A tear fell down her face. She loved him. She actually loved him. He was tall, built from knowing what a days work was, blue eyed and fearless. He knew the Queens deepest and darkest secretes. He knew her inside and out, mentally and psychically. She needed to talk to him. They had planning to do.
The cottage in the woods was suppose to be the King and Queens get away. But instead he used it for him and Alice to get away and leave the Queen at bay. The White Rabbit came into view. It was midnight when he was awaken from his slumber, and it was ordered that the Queen needed to speak to him, and that she would be found in the Garden of Eden. He thought that it was funny that she decided to call it that. It housed beautiful roses, in various colors. But the Queen’s favorite was the blood red roses. He would pick her one as his greeting. This wasn’t unusual for him to meet her this late at night. It was something that became a habit lately. She liked to make love in the maze she had out in the garden. So sensual and so real.
He found her sitting by the large fountain. There was a full moon out tonight. She was dressed in a white gown, her hair pulled into a tight bun. Her lips were naturally blood red. She did not smile when he came up to her and gave her a rose. She took it and kissed his hand.
“My Lady.” He said. He held her face in his hands. She closed her eyes. She loved it when he held her close. She kissed his finger tips. She sighed.
“Now.” She gave him a smile. “I assume that tomorrow night Richard and Alice have a little get together in the cabin am I right?” John took a deep breath. John and him had been friends as well. John grew up on these lands he and Richard were the same ages, they played together as children. Though he was a servants child and he being royalty it was frowned upon but Queen Lidia thought nothing of her boy having someone from the real world play with her son.
“Yes of course.” He stoked her face with the back of his hand. “Its Sunday.” He said.
“Ah, of course how silly.” Morgan almost forgot that every Sunday Richard goes out hunting and stays at the cottage. “He should know by now that I know about this. He never comes back with any game.”
“Oh he’s caught something all right.” John said. Morgan stood up and walked away from him. Her dress was low cut in the back. She was a slave to fashion. He smiled to himself.
“When you bring Alice to the cottage tomorrow, I will be waiting…and when Richard arrives…let the games begin.” She turned now, the moon shinning down on her.
“Morgan…” John took two steps towards her.
“Don’t start this.”
“How is this going to settle…”
“Simple.” She laughed loudly. “When Richard arrives and sees that his love has killed herself…like the swans….” she walked up to him wrapped her arms around his thick neck. She traced the outline of his lips. She loved his nose. “He will slowly die.” She kissed him. “and then…you will be king.”
Total Rambel?
She doesn't know wheater to cry or scream. Sometimes this place is nothing but a nightmare in the day time. She cries alone. Its terribly empty. She just wants to run away and escape into something beautiful. But she doesn't know how. She has done everything on her own and no one has ever been there to save her. Her life she feels is like living with lies. Oh how cruel can this world be? She wonders. It isn't fair actaully to see the things that she see. Its not fair to her to feel the way that she does. If only someone could save her from herself...she could be free....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)