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The Myth from the Darkness

by Deborah Breuer

The Myth from the Darkness
By Deborah Breuer

From afar an entity, much like a man, blood in his veins, just like a human, but skin that portrayed a body of living art, loved a woman. She was blissfully unaware to his affection. The entity waited patiently for the day that he might prove his worth to her, but alas, as she was merely human and he walked as a god among men, they could never be together.
She worked tirelessly, day and night, slaving as she painted the skin of others. As her talent grew she used whispers of an illustrated man as her muse, pondering frequently if her art was to his satisfaction. Would he praise her work? Would she one day be worthy of adding to his own living canvas?
Much time passed. Her passion for the labor exceeded the clock that would ultimately lead to her misfortune. And then, she arrived to a societal gathering that was crawling with the like-minded, although dark, like the abyss of demonic souls. She unveiled the raw truth to her passion, paying homage to her inspiration, and truly showing her artistry. The monsters came from the darkness, seeping from the walls and unearthing the ground with claws ready to perform the unthinkable.
In a blink of an eye, she had vanished. “Where is my Light in the dark?” he queried as he searched without limit, battling vultures of his unequivocal emptiness, swimming through the sinister to find his beloved.
At long last, he felt the breath of relief in the sight of her, if only upon discovery. And beyond the single breath of this relief, this discovery unveiled her weak and almost to the soulless state where the serpents of devastation had proposed to take and leave her wallowing in. In this moment, the illustrated savior whisked her to safety. A sacrifice to behold, for being a god among men, he knew he could not keep her in safety. Their journey to resolution led to a location that would offer safety and security, but loneliness, too.
Over time unaware, the woman slowly breathed life into her body, her soul rejuvenating at rest, although true to form, unaware. Eventually, heavy eyed, she blinked life and light back into her eyes. Upon first clarity of sight, patiently waiting for her loving touch, the few words left behind…
“Love and Light, forever yours, The Illustrated Man.”

01/31/2017

Author's Note: For the most personal of truths to be spoken on with Love and Light, where ever he is.

Posted on 01/31/2017
Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer

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