Sitting on the bank of the river urn cradled twixt chest and thigh. Knees pulled up high, hugging myself. Reality of metal pressing into flesh. Tighter, tighter, and tighter.Wrapping it into myself. This is reality.No temptest can match my fury, no banshee the scream of my heart. I am thunder and lightening, The eye of the storm. I am waves crashing on a rocky shore.
I am warrior. Battle worn and weary. Why could I not slay your demon? Did I not attack again and again and again? I waged war best I could...didn't I? I just couldn't find the demon's weakness as he devoured you. Instead he found mine. Easily as smashing spun glass he has torn me assaunder. A thousand splinters I.
I watch your ashes dance upon the water. Greyness dipping, swirling, twirling away. Is it the babble of the river or your laugh? Gentle breeze or your kiss upon my cheek?
Perhap's you won the battle. Finally free. I gaze skyward, lone hawk drifting . Dipping, swirling, twirling away. He dances also.
Plop,plop, plop. I hear what I have denied myself til now. Nature's healing balm. Plop,plop,plop. My tears collecting on your urn.
