She held the cup as if the very stem would burn her boney fingers.Her chalice was old and battered but she would use no other, it had seen her at her happiest and had been with her when she felt her heart would break into a thousand shards of glass,
She knew in her heart that this would be the day. Her preparations had been long and arduous and the timing on this Samhain Eve, was the most appropriate one that she knew.So many, that she had loved, had left our earth this year, that she felt, that tonight of all nights, she may see then again.All Summer long she had picked her berries well, had crushed the brilliant red ones, from her Yew tree, and added it to the already waiting dark and deadly Belladonna ones that were simmering out their lethal juices.
She added honey, from a silver ladle, to sweeten the bitter taste of death and stirred the mixture gently and deliberately.Chanting the names of those whom had gone before, and calling on her gods and goddesses, to give her the courage that she needed, she imagined seeing her two best friends, her mother and her beloved cat that very night.She lifted the cup to her lips slowly yet determinedly, and then she stopped, it could not have been the breeze, the night was as calm and still as a summer’s night yet the gentle breathe upon her face, let her know she was not alone. And then a whisper, so hushed and gentle, three words were all that were uttered and all she needed to hear.“The final betrayal”The nectar of death became a libation, a gift to the earth and a promise of hope to come.
Copyright Penny Little 2004
She knew in her heart that this would be the day. Her preparations had been long and arduous and the timing on this Samhain Eve, was the most appropriate one that she knew.So many, that she had loved, had left our earth this year, that she felt, that tonight of all nights, she may see then again.All Summer long she had picked her berries well, had crushed the brilliant red ones, from her Yew tree, and added it to the already waiting dark and deadly Belladonna ones that were simmering out their lethal juices.
She added honey, from a silver ladle, to sweeten the bitter taste of death and stirred the mixture gently and deliberately.Chanting the names of those whom had gone before, and calling on her gods and goddesses, to give her the courage that she needed, she imagined seeing her two best friends, her mother and her beloved cat that very night.She lifted the cup to her lips slowly yet determinedly, and then she stopped, it could not have been the breeze, the night was as calm and still as a summer’s night yet the gentle breathe upon her face, let her know she was not alone. And then a whisper, so hushed and gentle, three words were all that were uttered and all she needed to hear.“The final betrayal”The nectar of death became a libation, a gift to the earth and a promise of hope to come.
Copyright Penny Little 2004
2 comments:
This is beautiful. *big smile*
Hope that you and yours are doing all right, that things are going okay, and that the rest of the day goes all right for you all.
Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*
God bless and take care. :).
Olga/Maddie
Just wanted to let you know that I have a new journal on this site.
And it can be found at: http://mikesmaddie.blogspot.com
Hope that you and yours are doing all right, that things are going okay, and that the rest of the day goes all right for you all.
Hugs. *HG*
God bless and take care. :).
Olga/Maddie
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