Borders of Eden
Stricken still with his majesty, she gazed from afar upon his mighty form, fond memories flooding her soul. His massive paws pressed into the mossy earth as he moved silently beneath the forest canopy.
In tandem with the lion she moved. Stealthily, she stalked through the darkness, advancing delicately. She had become one with the inky blackness of the moonless night. Concealing vines interlaced through her silken hair, crowning her queen of the land, appealing to the softness of her face.
Her bright, longing eyes evaded his. He lay down beneath the great trees of the garden.
She looked into the wind tousled beauty of the cherry blossoms spotting a single yellow petal. She caressed the flower as a tear rolled down her cheek. Not here Lord, please not here. It was the first sign of the dying of Eden. She surrendered it to the breeze, it danced and spiraled in the wind then slowly fell, landing in front of the great creature.
The garden was unlike the rest of the world, where the leaves already began to turn with the failing light, falling to the ground. No, it had not happened in Eden, until now.
His breath blew the pink blossom into the air once again where the wind caught it and carried it high. Both she and the beast gave audience to the display. They looked on as the pedal rose up, up, up, over the borders and then landed gently on the tip of her nose. She looked down with a giggle in her eyes until suddenly the desperation of the moment materialized in the bottom of her belly. The lion saw her.
She froze as the beast rushed at her. His ears back, he ripped through the underbrush like it was but mist on a dreary morning. In his anger, the lion seemed to will her to flee for her life but she stood stoic, immovable, and detached, among the brambles and thorns. As their eyes met she could almost see in his expression the words he could no longer speak. Nothing came but a hideous, ground-shaking roar.
“Ardamain,” she cried, “stop Ardamain!”
She braced, readying herself for the crushing blow. Instead, her heart rent, again, in pieces as she knew that her dear friend was lost to another world. She was the master of this Earth but now it was cold and crimson. She was unwelcome and her dearest Ardamain was alien.
Try and cry as she might, Eve could never stop the momentum of her actions.
She looked up through tearful eyes and Ardamain stood panting. His breath was hot and the putrid smell of his last kill was still fresh on his beard.
Broken, she sank once more into the forest among the shadow, far away from the borders of Eden.
In tandem with the lion she moved. Stealthily, she stalked through the darkness, advancing delicately. She had become one with the inky blackness of the moonless night. Concealing vines interlaced through her silken hair, crowning her queen of the land, appealing to the softness of her face.
Her bright, longing eyes evaded his. He lay down beneath the great trees of the garden.
She looked into the wind tousled beauty of the cherry blossoms spotting a single yellow petal. She caressed the flower as a tear rolled down her cheek. Not here Lord, please not here. It was the first sign of the dying of Eden. She surrendered it to the breeze, it danced and spiraled in the wind then slowly fell, landing in front of the great creature.
The garden was unlike the rest of the world, where the leaves already began to turn with the failing light, falling to the ground. No, it had not happened in Eden, until now.
His breath blew the pink blossom into the air once again where the wind caught it and carried it high. Both she and the beast gave audience to the display. They looked on as the pedal rose up, up, up, over the borders and then landed gently on the tip of her nose. She looked down with a giggle in her eyes until suddenly the desperation of the moment materialized in the bottom of her belly. The lion saw her.
She froze as the beast rushed at her. His ears back, he ripped through the underbrush like it was but mist on a dreary morning. In his anger, the lion seemed to will her to flee for her life but she stood stoic, immovable, and detached, among the brambles and thorns. As their eyes met she could almost see in his expression the words he could no longer speak. Nothing came but a hideous, ground-shaking roar.
‘Why did you betray me?’ spoke his eyes.
‘You once loved me. You nestled yourself, dear child, in the breadth of my bosom and we rested under the night sky. I saw him, he who would garner your curiosity, lurking about.
Why? Oh, why did you betray me for a serpent coward who has no teeth to bite? He has no claws to tear, no fingers to hold, no arms to bind. By what means did he enrapture you, and by what power did he lead you astray? What did he demand of you my friend, how did he capture you?’
“Ardamain,” she cried, “stop Ardamain!”
She braced, readying herself for the crushing blow. Instead, her heart rent, again, in pieces as she knew that her dear friend was lost to another world. She was the master of this Earth but now it was cold and crimson. She was unwelcome and her dearest Ardamain was alien.
Try and cry as she might, Eve could never stop the momentum of her actions.
She looked up through tearful eyes and Ardamain stood panting. His breath was hot and the putrid smell of his last kill was still fresh on his beard.
Broken, she sank once more into the forest among the shadow, far away from the borders of Eden.
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