AuroraElis
AuroraElis
The whitewash sands of the Beach has been home for far too long. They stretch for eternity and each day she simply walks. Crescent moons pressed into the sands trail behind her, only to be lapped up by the to and fro of the waters, erasing her very existence. She is but an Angel here amongst the dead and dying. She offers her services to those that wish them. Healing wounds of war and loosening the grip of disease. Those that decline or are far too gone, their bodies riddle the shoreline, festering before they are swallowed up by time. Time is all we have, and she has spent too much of it lost in her sorrows.
She looks out of place in this land. Her gown of emerald feathers is vibrant and shines under the light of the moon tonight. She moves slowly along the path that should be well beaten by her daily pacing, but it is renewed with each wave. She finds it both ironic and inspiring tonight; how the tread of years upon the shores can be forgiven so easily. As if each rush of water and sand filling in the holes is a rendition of her life. A life filled with holes. Holes that had been filled by those she loved and created by those very loved ones. The biggest crater in her heart is that of her love, Diablo. Why had she not been there to save him like she had done to countless others? Truthfully, she blames herself. She has yet to forgive herself like the waves have forgiven her trespasses upon their shores.
Perhaps she has lingered here so long because she had hoped to see him again. Not accepting the fate that had fallen upon him, them. Maybe she had felt purpose here that filled those holes they had left within her. She hadn't even had the strength to raise their children. The children she had always wanted but not this way. Not alone. She wallows in self-pity; it wasn't like her. She was stronger than this. Better than this. There had to be something more for her in this life or why had she held onto it for so long? She could have just ended it. Walked out into the sea to be swallowed. Forgotten like so many others. Her pacing stops then and her elegant face casts to the skies. Amber eyes scan the heavens as if looking for the answers she seeks. The galaxies twist in glorious colors of pink and purple tonight but they remain silent.
She exhales deeply as she closes her eyes. "Give me a sign please," she begs into the crisp night air.
Not All That Glitters is Gold