This Night Is Mine
Written by McKenna (Silver Rainbows)
He rests his wearied body upon the bank of the great river, staring up at the stars above him. His
breaths slow and become steady as he takes in the scents of the forest, of the water, of the sky, of
mystery. The mists and droplets clinging to his eyelashes bandage the aching emptiness in his heart as
he closes his eyes and allows the rush of the water to soothe him to sleep.
Simultaneously, she awakens from her own slumber. She is born of the water, the womb that surrounds
her and lifts her gently to the surface. Her wings carry her beyond its liquid barrier. From there she
drifts lazily in the air, the crown of pearls atop her head telling the unblinking eyes of the observing
animals of the forest that tonight belongs to her.
The star and moonlight bathe her, and she soaks in their beauty, combining it with her own. Her skin
shines radiantly, but none of the spectators can avert their eyes from the brilliance. The breeze does
not fight her, but rather bends to aid her, held in silent rapture.
Her own ecstasy is blanketed, the moon blotted by clouds, when she sees him lying asleep, bleeding
despair and hopelessness. Gliding down from her throne of air, she touches down upon the ground
with the ease and poise of a dancer. This cove is her stage, and she is the star, the one who captivates
the attention of the audience with her fluid grace.
Touching his face gently with dewdrop hands, she awakes him from his slumber. His eyes open to find
her looking at him with curiosity and concern. He is not afraid, but can find no words, for his mind has
gone blank. His awe grows when she looks him in the eye, peering within him. She sees his pain and
wills it to leave, and he forgets forever the tragedies that brought him to this bank.
She draws him to his feet and gives an enticing smile which lights up his own face in turn. She urges
him to the water, the bridge between his world and hers, between solid and the divine. For a moment
his feet remain planted upon the earth, but any hesitation in his heart crumbles when she kisses him
gently, and he follows without a thought.
The morning sun which breaks the spell of night and sends the world from slumber arises. In all its
glory, it fails to warm his cold body, which lays upon the bank and does not move. But when the stars
scatter in their places once again, the pair of them break free of the water together, wearing crowns of
pearls and translucent wings of mist, and dance to the sounds of the night.
Written by McKenna (Silver Rainbows)
He rests his wearied body upon the bank of the great river, staring up at the stars above him. His
breaths slow and become steady as he takes in the scents of the forest, of the water, of the sky, of
mystery. The mists and droplets clinging to his eyelashes bandage the aching emptiness in his heart as
he closes his eyes and allows the rush of the water to soothe him to sleep.
Simultaneously, she awakens from her own slumber. She is born of the water, the womb that surrounds
her and lifts her gently to the surface. Her wings carry her beyond its liquid barrier. From there she
drifts lazily in the air, the crown of pearls atop her head telling the unblinking eyes of the observing
animals of the forest that tonight belongs to her.
The star and moonlight bathe her, and she soaks in their beauty, combining it with her own. Her skin
shines radiantly, but none of the spectators can avert their eyes from the brilliance. The breeze does
not fight her, but rather bends to aid her, held in silent rapture.
Her own ecstasy is blanketed, the moon blotted by clouds, when she sees him lying asleep, bleeding
despair and hopelessness. Gliding down from her throne of air, she touches down upon the ground
with the ease and poise of a dancer. This cove is her stage, and she is the star, the one who captivates
the attention of the audience with her fluid grace.
Touching his face gently with dewdrop hands, she awakes him from his slumber. His eyes open to find
her looking at him with curiosity and concern. He is not afraid, but can find no words, for his mind has
gone blank. His awe grows when she looks him in the eye, peering within him. She sees his pain and
wills it to leave, and he forgets forever the tragedies that brought him to this bank.
She draws him to his feet and gives an enticing smile which lights up his own face in turn. She urges
him to the water, the bridge between his world and hers, between solid and the divine. For a moment
his feet remain planted upon the earth, but any hesitation in his heart crumbles when she kisses him
gently, and he follows without a thought.
The morning sun which breaks the spell of night and sends the world from slumber arises. In all its
glory, it fails to warm his cold body, which lays upon the bank and does not move. But when the stars
scatter in their places once again, the pair of them break free of the water together, wearing crowns of
pearls and translucent wings of mist, and dance to the sounds of the night.
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