His eyes were illuminated In gold crescents .In my entire life I will never be able to comprehend that light it held ..the glint that stabbed at my my heart strings.If I still even had one.Like the tips of a sword that had been burned through a fiery furnace. People say that ones eyes are the keepers to their souls;the secrets they held the treasures they discovered on their private expeditions.
Secret escapades that can be drawn behind thick curtains once the day is over and the phantom named sleeps pulls our lids like shutters closed with an invisible string.But when I looked into his eyes deeply intruding upon a wakening.I can honestly say with all earnest the that I didn't see a soul.I saw a world.A world that with his dark pupils was cradling deep blue oceans.
So blue that if you looked any closer,you would feel as if you are suffocating due to a strange lack of water.Because it had been a mirage and the only blue that it seemed to have been plucked from the skies.It was harboured by golden specks that fizzled and flickered around the fringes of a fixated vision.And then he blinked..and then at once,having usurped from that alternate universe he took me too,his eyelashes closed the door,and I was locked out from that world..to see another.And the boy with a face covered in a mask like a black birds stared down at me.
And from the moment I beheld his eyes I knew he wasn't human,because in that world behind his minds eye,no man can trod upon those lands.Both icy and heavenly.Of light and dark.
Then what does?
Wouldn't they just sink underneath the tides.
A voice hollered from behind the bustle of ravens in masks and strange black flapping things on their backs.That boys eyes however seemed to shine like a lantern. It was all I saw in the field of gray.
"Looks..look at them.Fine and fresh just as was promised " said a boy that who threaded his fingers under the sharp edges of a knife.Although he didn't bleed.They don't.
Looking around they swarmed around me ..us.There was other girls like me lying in a huddle on a burning ground that seemed to burn like an eternal hot poker.They gathered around like flies to its prey..that feed on dead things.
I have never felt more bare and naked and the feeling made my whole body feel nauseating..less human.And like some creature.The clothes I wore both pale and white felt torn from its innocence ,and felt as translucent as a liars talking mirror.
Holding falsehoods yet revealing the inconspicuous ways to spot a liar.My fingers dug so deep into a ground that was covered in grey sands that sparkled under my fingertips,that I now felt as if I were digging a grave.
If there was a feeling in the universe that could come to me now..was one singular emotion that can describe being stripped,battered and ransacked of my skins..and made me but a meer ghosts. I felt emptied of my soul solace.
The last thing I can fathom from before this place and condition I find myself in now was the sound of hooves..trampling and blood hurtling galloping upon the ground.That made the blood soaking my knees glow even brighter..they said red red red dead.Only knowing the louder the sound..the more imminent my doom.
The trodding against the snowy grounds was picking up pace and my heart felt like a caged animal wildly being ridden against its own accord.
My wretched shoeless feet that Lady Sounborna scolded me for were in agony ..the very feet that she scolded me for a lifetime ago for not being able to point well enough or create music for the dance like many other damsels did.
They just felt traitorously underneath me..they shan't have chosen a worse time to do this..the lying bast..
From whimpering and having every short breathe spasm my entire body like that of a wet mule...I saw the ghost horse cast a shadow over my body,and it's spit began to rain down on me.Making the open wounds of my blood flinch away by the contact of the liquid..like poison to the touch.
