The Veil of Darkness

In memory of a woman in love: Man-ya

 This morning, through the window, the sun happily entered the room. Mischievously, he played on the blanket of the bed and then ricocheted off the corner mirror. From this I knew that once again he was coming back victorious. I got up and impatiently waited for his return, standing at the window for a long time ...

 I heard his horse's footsteps echo in the yard. He will soon pass the porch and I will see him at last. Yes, he sees me, he smiles in my direction. We hold the stirrup for him, he goes down, a bit stiffly, and disappears inside. I know what he is doing: he is walking towards the bathroom, and on the way he is already getting rid of his weapons, his gloves and his breastplate because he is eager to wash away the blood of battle, the sweat of his fears and the dust of the wind. Peaceful, he then goes up to my apartments where he knows that I am waiting for him ... I am waiting for him ... The door opens, he is there and as always, worried, I look for the painful traces in my heart of wounds on his body. No, he has nothing. I throw myself in his arms and I hear in the distance echoing his, the laughter of his men celebrating victory. I love him. I love him for what he is. He is a drug to me, without him I wither and die, of that I'm sure. In his arms, we become one: I am he, this great warrior with sky eyes, he is me, the loving and warm land that welcomes him and protects him of his memories ...

 He woke up at dawn, smiled sweetly at me and quickly got dressed. I followed him running in the whirlwind of his haste into the castle courtyard and then up the steep climb up the narrow one. spiral staircase of the Dungeon, the highest tower of our citadel. Arrived on the battlements, without hesitation, he cast an eagle's gaze, but nevertheless, worried in the distance, on the plain, to the east. As far as we could see, there was nothing but the glowing and magnificent light of the crystalline aether. He laughed, satisfied and, then happily, he took my hand and we hurried down the steps, that eagerness, that impatience to live, to live each moment as the last, but the most beautiful and the most intense.

 Yesterday we took a walk in the countryside. It was an enchantment: a place, colours, smells, suspended time ... Since I was little I have loved walking in the forest, climbing trees, feeling the wind on my face. When I was younger, as I was forbidden to go for a walk on my own, it was He who already accompanied me on my adventures. The woods have always been our playground, the trees became bloodthirsty monsters, the roots, snakes mingled between them, the branches became sharp swords that blocked our way. A whole fawn and multicolored fauna surrounded us: rabbits, a bit crazy who frolicked happily, deers who laughed at the height of the hedges they crossed, beautiful aerial dancers, the raptors, majestic, which hovered above us ...

 Today, like yesterday, we rest once again in the sun, stretched out in the same green moss and soft as the pillow of a giant from the fable. When the sunset came, glowing, happy, I fell asleep in his arms with this nagging question in mind: am I Alienor, asleep earlier in the Forest, or am I the Forest which takes now, in the arms of her memories, a young woman called Alienor?

... Unfortunately, happiness only exists in the shadow of its opposite and so, eager to restore a balance that it believes necessary, has imposed itself on us for the past few days. It is now visible, we have to face the facts, the Light is decreasing. Gloomy, He knows he will have to leave soon. I'm sad about it but I do everything to hide it from him.

 Yesterday the weather was gray. He will come to the border between "dog and wolf" and when he wins again, the Abundant Light will pour out everywhere. In the meantime, I remain alone with my boredom and the White Lady who tries in vain to distract me. I don't listen to her and curl up on the bottom of the bed, hoping she leaves. Oh my beloved, come back quickly!

 I woke up this morning blissful, splashed with heat and Buzzing Light; he will be here soon. I wait impatiently at the window. The slow steps of his horse echoes in the yard. I see him, he looks weary. Heavily he abandons his mount and goes inside ... The door opens. My God, his arm! He is injured and above the eye too. Timidly he smiles at me, tensed, and holds out an arm to me. My heart, my heart, what have they done to you? He doesn't want to answer me but in his eyes I see the uncertainty. No, he needs to rest, heal himself and everything will be fine.

… The Light is diminishing, even faster than the other times. From the Dungeon, in the distance in the plain, we can now distinguish a sort of big frozen black and disturbing wave ...

He is not fully recovered from his injuries and many of our men are dead or injured. Despair has come over us all. Courageously, however, he decided to leave. After he left I cried all the tears in my body. The White Lady came to comfort me ... We know that he had to reach the border for a long time now. Yet the darkness wins. A painful anguish grips my heart, I fear the worst, I won’t survive it. My God, make him come back, I need him, have mercy!

It's over, the Night is there, everywhere, insidious. He won't be coming back. I decided to join him but the White Lady locked me in the room and removed everything that could help me in this task. Idiot! I managed to open the window and in the courtyard there is good stone. By gaining momentum from the end I should be successful. The White Lady burst suddenly into the room. How does she always know what I'm doing? I refused to take what she wanted and even scratched her face screaming my despair. She then called her guard. Two men wearing her colors came to assault me, they tied me to the bed and parted my mouth to slip their poison inside. Oh my beloved, I fought with all my might against them, as you do too. However, humiliated, I abandon myself ... a kind of sleep ... maybe death, so sweet ... Could it be possible that I join you, I ask nothing more ... Nothing more ...

... This morning, through the window, the sun happily entered the room. Mischievously, he played on the blanket of the bed and then ricocheted off the corner mirror. From this I knew that once again he was coming back victorious. I got up and impatiently watched for his return, standing at the window for a long time ...