Aislin spoke soft into the bark
As moon sliced void’s black expanse
Her lover’s heart cradled within
Those ribs of spruce and pine
Rejoiced and jumped in response
To the cradle of her gentle words
“Come here
Come now
My lover dear
Ignore the final bow
Forgo death’s cold
As my words take hold
Return to your love’s embrace.”
The wood cracked
And bent
A jaw split forth
As slowly
And surely
It rose to greet
“My dearest
My only
Aislin, love
I am exultant
To return from death’s embrace
And find you waiting here.”
He smiled a rictus grin
And joy sparked in the space
Where eyes would sit
A hand of root
And mossy loam
Played with a lock of braided hair
“A shame I suppose
At least it seems
That you have all your skin
And none for me.”
The smile did not falter
But something behind it died
And the grip upon the hair tightened
As a lonely wail was sighed
“It is just so cold
So lonely in the depths
The hunger worst of all
Could make you lose your sense.”
Aislin frowned soft and sad
Cradling the facsimile face
Kissed him matronly
And gave a few more words
“Now’s the time for sleep and rest
You must return post haste
Know this is not said in jest
And your visit not a waste
Come the morning sun
And green grasses dappled dew
I’ll have found that you were the one
And I, the happy few…”
The wood shuddered
Slowed
And gave a rattle
As the heart withdrew
Fell upon her palm
And all was still and calm
.
Drawing and original post from Kingdom of Monsters on Twitter: https://twitter.com/nic_calavera/status/1049396740208570369?s=21
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