By Moonlight : Interlude I : Hyperion and Theia

“Shall we assist them?”

 

They spoke, but not in a manner that any human could fully comprehend, and not in a language that any human could completely understand or speak fluently.  

 

They existed, but not on a frequency that mankind could dwell within for more than a flash of a moment, or what they perceived to be a moment.  

 

They constantly observed, with the children of men having only the slightest sensation of their presence.

 

They battled and waged great wars amongst one another and on scales so immense that the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were only signaled of their occurence by way of unpredicted and grand celestial events.  

 

They also loved, more tenderly than any mother or father toward a newborn, and more passionately than a lover with a newfound kindred spirit.

 

Yet now, through all they had witnessed over the eons, since the dawning of all things, this moment had caught their fullest attention.  

 

Great members of the House of the Pantheons stood on alert, contemplating if intervention was needed – not only to save mankind but, more importantly, to save themselves.  

 

Man would continually evolve and regress and then return to a thinking, contemplating species only to tumble downward once more, as was his destiny, but the celestials were created to overcome such a barbaric cycle.  

 

However, here and now, this perceived moment could potentially be the beginning of the undoing of the many layers and ribbons that enfolded the fabric of reality itself.

 

Hyperion, mighty king of Sol, looked, more like motioned his celestial energy toward, Theia, his wife, mother of Luna and Gaia.  

 

She acknowledged him by casting forward a rippling wave of light energy of her own to touch the source of his being.

 

If they were to manifest into tender flesh, he would be in the appearance of a kind and jolly father, handsome and robust for his age; and she would be a startling beauty, too vibrant to be thought of as a mother and too enigmatic to be anything other than adored by all.

 

“We will wait,” was her quiet, calm reply.  “They must prove themselves worthy of our help.”

 

He nodded.  

 

She was correct, as always.  

 

His wife was the more rationale one, and he, the more radical of the pair.  

 

Where she was meditative and strategic, he was quick to action with pure emotion.

 

Still.

 

Still, Hyperion could not shake the feeling that on this particular point, she could be – dare he think it – wrong.

 

Perhaps not assisting the humans in this particular struggle could prove to be a mistake.

 

These two were different.  

 

They were more like gods than humans.  

 

Demi-gods, of course, but that was only a play on words and concepts most of the time.  

 

Quickly, he returned his attention to the seriousness of the situation at hand.

 

Every timeline from this point forward played out before him.

 

The pair were victorious in none.

 

And in the process of losing, they would destroy half of the earth and most of the lifeforms that dwelled upon her, by accident, time and time again.  

 

They were too inexperienced in this form of combat, and had very little knowledge as to how to truly harness, focus, and control the power that swirled erratically and chaotically within their genes.

 

Now bonded, they were like a nuclear inferno, with all of the correct fusions reacting all at once.

 

Poised to blow in all directions, consuming all things in its path.

 

“No, dearest,” he spoke to her in a loving wave, “you are incorrect.  This bonded pair has already proven much.” He continued as his memory replayed the couple’s individual lifelines.  “We have seen it, since their births, how they have already overcome many trials, traps, and adversities, and are still pulsing with a wonderfully bright beacon of purest light.”

 

He paused, awaiting a stern objection, but none came.

 

“Husband,” Theia replied, turning her glorious being in his direction.  To Hyperion’s shock, she was smiling, or what a human would describe as smiling, if ever a human could see her true face without being consumed.  “Finally. You see beyond passion. You see true reason. You see true purpose. And yes, I agree. My initial judgement was in err… on purpose,” she quickly added.  “We will intervene…but not just yet.”

 

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By Moonlight 1 : The Beginning

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In the beginning

There they stood, hand in hand, on the very edge of an unknown and unnamed universe mere moments after its birth.  Swirls of multicolored dust and lights scattered and danced across a blank canvas.  In what would be known as seconds, clouds of galaxies, bubbling over with new life smaller than a fleck, burst forth.  In every direction, tiny diamond pinpoints raced ahead, signaling that this new creation was very pleased with how its makers had designed it.

The male, fresh-faced with an ageless appearance, looked over and smiled at the female.  He watched her eyes shine and marvel at what they had just done.  This same scene had replayed countless times, yet the joyous glow hovering upon her lovely cheeks always brought a renewed sensation of warmth fluttering within his chest. When they worked their magic together, every time was better than the first.

With the tip of his finger, he moved a lock of her hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.

“What shall we do now?”

It always pleased him to follow her lead.  He lived to make her happy.  His very existence hinged upon filling her heart with glee.

She turned to him, her gaze swimming with unspoken adoration.

“I think we should make…love.”

The corners of his mouth quirked into an impish grin.

“As you wish.”

Turning to face the new dawn and the endless horizons stretching out before them, together they strolled forth.  Their flawless forms became smaller and smaller until they stood within the boundaries of the world they had just sculpted.  As one, as always, they were ready and restless to explore the shores of their newest homeland.

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All I Live For

googlesearch_c_to_originalphotographer“Theseus…Stop.”  Phaedra held her hand up, as if that one gesture alone had the power to make him halt his retreating footsteps.  As if by will alone, she could somehow undo his stubbornness.

When his thudding steps, clad in heavy leather sandals, would not pause but continued onward toward his fate…his inevitable doom, she called out to him once more.

“Please,” she whispered on the heels of a raspy breath that made her lungs ache.

He stopped, but refused to turn toward her.  It pained her to part with him under such terrible conditions.  No husband and wife should ever separate on the wake of a turbulent disagreement.  All she sought was to save his life.  To keep him living…breathing…walking…existing upon this earth with her, if only for one more day. Had she been able to convince him to forestall the start of his campaign for one more night of blistering love making, one more day of heated kisses…perhaps she would be able to erase the notion of marching into certain death from his mind completely.  She nearly laughed.  Her mighty champion would never abandon his honor or forsake his duties…not even for her…not even for their unborn child, still nestling in its mother’s warm womb.  The man Phaedra had chosen to wed, had given her heart and even her soul to,  would give every drop of his warrior’s blood, even his very life, if it would save his people from slavery and annihilation.

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Undying love

They climbed the upward path, through absolute silence,
Up the steep murk, clouded in pitchy darkness,
They were near the margin, near the upper land,
When he, afraid that she might falter, eager to see her,
Looked back in love, and she was gone, in a moment.
Was it he, or she, reaching out arms and trying
To hold or to be held, and clasping nothing
But empty air?  Dying the second time
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He loved her.  He could hardly hear her calling
Farewell! when she was gone.
The double death
Stunned Orpheus, like the man who turned to stone…
hearts so joined
One shared the other’s guilt…
Where rivers run, still holds them, both together
from Metamorphoses / Ovid  - Book 10: 59-75

Oracle

Shimmering eyes flutter open, as a golden dawn caresses golden skin

Arising mightier than the phoenix
Heartbeat burning brighter than the pulsing orbs of the Pleiades

Curious infatuation draws a timid soul..ever onward..

Across sparkling moonbeams swimming over the midnight ocean
Lifted upon the icy tail of a comet surnamed joy
Passing the eternal etching of Perseus, guarding Andromeda with endless, vigilant devotion
Pausing to admire the silvery sketch of Theseus, embracing Phaedra for all time

Foretelling hope
Heralding peace
Unbound love

Ever onward, beyond the limits of infinite twilight
Journeying toward the spiraling edge of a spinning milky way

I open my eyes for the very first time, as the golden dawn caresses my golden skin..LL♥

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