The Raven

In the thick darkness she wandered alone. 

The veil of the night embraced the black, vast forest but she calmly walked through it.

Her red-pearl long dress was shining while gently moving in the world devoid of light.

A raven was singing his grief on a high leafless tree, then stopped, as she passed.

The woman looked up at him, a smile painting her face for the first time.

“Muninn” she called. “I came to take you with me”

The hrafn stayed still, his gaze piercing her left hand. His wings menaced to tremble, but his will kept them immobile.

“He didn’t have to do this” the woman talked again, looking at the black, little corpse at the bottom of the tree. “I’m giving you a choice”.

Muninn flew to her left shoulder, his claws pierced in her porcelain skin.

“You made the right decision” she said, smiling again.

She was about to move her feet again, when the raven stroke her blue eyes with his beak.

The woman screamed and tried to free herself, letting something fall from her hand. 

Muninn was implacable, though he was hurt. 

He, then, took off the whole eyeballs and ate them, while the blood streamed on his immaculate feathers.

She fell on the cold ground and the raven hit her till she stopped breathing.

Odin’s glassy open eyes were looking at him.

He was mortally wounded, but he didn’t care. 

Muninn was going to accept his destiny after his act of vengeance.

He, then, slowly walked toward his brother and lied down, closing his tired eyes.

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This has nothing to do with the real Norse mythology; Odin was never killed by a woman in red dress, nor that happened to his ravens (Huginn and Muninn). It just… happened xD

Last Dance

Like soft melodies, his echoes played a beautiful lullaby in her heart.

Eyes closed, arms lifted, in the darkness she danced.

A light move and then turned, her inner music guiding it.

The completely black sky looked down, envying the shining doll.

‘I’m so sorry, are you ok?’

His voice kept spreading like a river does in its bed.

Overflowing, it took possession of her mind.

‘I love you’

A pirouette swallowed the night, slowly approaching to the climax. 

Silent steps tiptoed on a symphony that only she could hear.

‘We will be together forever’

The white-pearl velvet dress mirrored her dancing soul.

Like spring wind, she lightly floated in the thick misty air.

‘I’m sorry’

The delicate movements became slower, gravitating toward the end.

The girl completely stopped after a last twirl.

She looked on the ground, her breath slightly irregular.

Her lips moved in a smile as she touched the cold stone with her fair fingers.

“Liar” 

A broken whisper filled the empty space. The red shoes led her to the yearned cliff, while the same fingers wiped old tears.

“Wait for me”

Distance

Like a shining star happiness is far away.
I’m glad because I can see it every night, talk to it and share my deepest secrets, but

I know I would be completely happy if I could reach it, touch it, breath it.

So distant.

A strange anxiousness pervades the mind while lying on bed.

It becomes difficult to sleep and hard to breathe; I look my star to find solace.

But then, a terrible thought possesses me, taking me on the verge of crying.

What if I die before meeting my star?’

It could happen. Accidents take place every day.

The promised happiness would vanish before having tasted it and the star would mourn.

I don’t know how I haven’t thought about that possibility before. But now that I did I can’t stop obsessing.

And the desire to reach becomes stronger and stronger, as I hope tomorrow’s breath won’t be my last.

Falling

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Once upon a time there was a phoenix.

Her soul was hundreds years old though her appearance was young.

Her heart was in a long sleep, waiting for her other half.

And one day, this awaited miracle happened;

Her heart started to beat for the first time, as something was giving it life.

She found her soul mate in the eternity of time and space.

From that moment her heart flew from her body and went to his new home,

While she was living with her lover’s heart inside her.

It was such an indescribable experience: two souls so intensely linked.

She thought it was going to be forever; that the other half of her soul would have never left her.

She really believed in fighting for who you love and not wanting to lose that.

What a foolish thought she had.

What a childish mind despite her old soul.

Did she really think that her other half was going to fight for them?

Did she really think that there was someone who would have fought for her?

The stupid phoenix was now alone in her despair.

A heart missing, her half soul dead. A tired body and excruciating thoughts in her mind.

Defeated. Drained. Dead.

The flebile hope of her return is switching off.

If you would have known that love is so beautiful but is going to kill you too, would you have experienced it however, old Phoenix?

I would have. However. Always.