The wind whipped his long black hair into his face, the soaking strands hit his milk white eyes. But still he did not blink.
I stood there mesmerised, there was so much beauty in those eyes, yet so much pain in the perfect skin that surrounded them.
At that second i knew. I knew the reason for his pain and because of that i cried. My tears joined the rain that was beating us both, like streams to a river...
He said something then, but i know not what it was. His voice was as nectar as i am the bee. So i came to him, sobbing. He my nectar, sweet and sickly.
Me the bee ignorant and hungry.
He brushed the hair from his face with an angelic grace and i noticed he too was crying. The tears were purest sunlight in my eyes and as i reached him i caught one up and ate it.
Then i understood, he was the 'slayer', he was the 'godman' and his words were the terrible truth. His light meant my darkness, so i cowed myself and made myself small.
But he didn't go away.
I heard his words.........
I screamed......
'I have a warrant.....' he said and i tried to rip my ears off.
Too late, I knew...
It meant my brood would be pained....
So i held my tail for comfort as he pointed the stick of ending at me.. I would end so my brood might run...
There was pain, then his crying face..
'why carrien? why?'
My last thought was 'Carrien? I am brood and we are one...'
One last smile.
Comments to Dan.
Sometimes, I think, I think too much...