Between Nothing

The Legend of Mercion and the Soldier

It was between nothing that the Devil’s Promise stood.

Mercion.

Devil’s muse, dream-stealer, death-dealer.

Babes were breathed for her purpose;

to usurp and destroy us.

 

Layered from shadow’s silken threads of sadness,

her movements crept forward from her feeling.

After an eternity of soul-stealing

the dishonoured Soldier came.

 

Though shame he uttered; he was born solid-hearted.

Clad in fired bronze and dark metals, he

sunk his steps in the soot-marked snow.

He returned from war.

 

As he approached the great Mountain,

over and over he was found wanting.

So the devil spoke his judgement:

Mercion took to flight.

 

Her spirit was liquid silver.

She flew quicker and quicker.

Her molten-mirrored eyes seeking out beneath her,

she captivated the skies.

 

As the rugged soldier

drudged home bolder and bolder,

he did not know his fate would be empty sorrow.

It found him on the morrow.

 

Mercion, with white-winged whisper,

touched down upon the earth beside him.

She reached inside him as he slept.

She wept...

In her clutches his golden heart awaited.

 

Opening his eyes of torture he saw her,

“so you have come, I am the weary one;

worn and wallow, kill me Mercion.

Take my bronze and metals.

Enclose me in your shadow petals.

My fellows spoke of your ages promise.

Fulfil it now, I have no honours.”

 

With her words of pools and plunder,

she found she could hurt this man no longer.