ROSIE FINAL

A Story by The Grappler

My final shot at it.. being looked over by a couple of people now... jsut a short, very short story...

Rosie

I was an old man when I first met Rosie…..an old man of 63 who had seen many more miles than those 63 years warranted… and who had also worn out his warranty in so many ways and in so many long agos……

Rosie was all of 29… midnight hair of raven black, eyes so deep and blue and penetrating… and had a way of looking at life and at… me…. that went way beyond any reason, and spoke of the lights within darkness, the quiet singing of souls on a moonlit night, and the gentle humming of the clouds as they swept past on their wings of angel smoke……and yet.. and yet… spoke of something else… of fire and brimstone and tortured souls deep beyond despair……

Ah, Rosie….

We were… we had to be…. doomed from the start… it just could never be.. not a worn-out old man and a beautiful young woman who was ageless and timeless in her majesty, like an ancient Egyptian queen, which was what she was entire when the moon shone through her wide open double bedroom French doors and nearly shone right through her as if she were not even there…. but somehow flowed around and through her at the same time leaving no trace of its passing and only the lingering scent of beauty framed in the center of the doorway.….

It was as if we had met somehow across the centuries… as if We… and only We.. had always been one.. always known we would and should be and could be across any divide….that somewhere, somehow, deep within each of us was a spider’s string that drew us as the Earth draws the Moon on a cold Winter’s night… so close that it appears to be part of the frosted ground…..and warms it only with its own wintry light….

Ah, Rosie.. Rosie, my Rosie……..every breath of your name, every sight of you drew wonder and heaven into my lungs, and pumped it through my heart throughout my body, until I glowed in the dark like some woebegone Hiroshima and just as torn down as I glowed and burned in a fire that was cold and hot beyond fire, until only a smear of ash remained….……

We loved as no others… we walked the midnight streets… we wandered the lakesides and watched the silvering fish leaping up to the moon…we felt the calm of standing on a cliff top by the ocean and watching a storm rage out to sea …..and we were one with the storm and it with us and we were all one…..I felt the thunder roar in my veins, the lightning reveal the deepest parts of my soul etched in stark black and white….and I watched and felt Rosie drawing power from each stroke of lightning and each peal of thunder……felt her grow and grow until it seemed she would burst with power and explode into a million shining pieces of lightning….

By day we lay, stroking and gazing forever into the mirrors of our eyes.. seeing both ourselves and the other at once and as one….and feeling a perfect union of body, mind and spirit……and we bound ourselves to each other in ways I cannot describe….only those who know can know, and it is a secret not to be shared….

Whenever we were forced apart.. even for ever so brief a time.. I hungered to be with her like an addict hungering for another stab of the needle and the deadening of the soul that went with it … and she with me I knew beyond doubt, word or thought….and we flew to each other again on wings of the night as soon as whatever tore us apart was finished…..and clung like two barnacles in a storm……

It had to end…..we were always doomed by age and time… and time waits for no woman to catch her man…..and no man to wait for his woman… not matter how deep and dedicated and courageous the wanting and the waiting….time is always the winner in the race of life….and there is no alternative but to eke out one’s allotted time and go into the eternal darkness with grace……at least with grace and not as some screaming blob of protoplasm riddled with fear and pain….

Rosie knew that the time had come for us to part … she to go her way and I to go mine…. and no questions asked and no looks behind….and she knew that as we made our way once again to the room with the French doors that opened the doorway to the moon, it would be our last night and our last time… forever…..and she lead me by the hand and sat me in an armchair, then drew back, and regarded me for the longest time with a solemnity no man had seen since the Sphinx first settled down to think on eternity…..

She let down her raven hair… then her raven dress… then her underclothing she let fall to the floor and stood naked before me.. and she stood and told me of the things that she was and always had been….how she lived of the night and in the night and as part of the night… and rode the moonbeams along the shining streets and saddled the silvery steeds of midnight clouds… and lived off the lost souls that wandered the same night without the silver lining… and that she could teach me to ride the air and the light and live forever……

As she floated - for no other term could describe the way she moved without apparent weight or even much more apparent movement than a small flicker of her long flowing black hair - across the room towards me, I could only give no more than ten percent of my attention - even less - to that movement in any case - for my whole mind and soul were somehow trapped within her wondrous, lustrous face glowing like the light of the moon at harvest, topped by that luscious, flowing midnight velvet hair that fell forever away from her deep violet and somehow ensnaring eyes and red lips that drew me to them like a whirlpool draws doomed sailors. Unable to take my eyes from her - even almost unable to move as she drew nearer and nearer - I could only sit and stare like a rabbit trapped in the sharp-pointed teeth of the hunter's torch, such was her power to move her self within her corporeal self and move my self within me at the same time....

What could I do? What could any man do? I forced myself to wake from this dream of an Arcadian Heaven laced with Valhalla and flowing streams of wondrous women pouring like silver sunlight on an Olympian fountain - and fled, near mindless, into the screaming night - a night that screamed more deeply and endlessly for my leaving of her and echoed in the halls of forever and screamed within me to generations yet unborn - yet that screaming no more than my very soul screamed at being so untimely ripped from that which it most demanded of me.... for its very life…...that I turn back and embrace her whole…and for all of Eternity…..

She… All Women That Are and Ever Were and Ever Will Be... The Vampyre Woman… Rosie….Rosie….Oh, My Rosie!

My Rosie… My Eternal Vampyre Queen Who Will Live Forever….and who to you, my son… my daughter who I love beyond words to tell……

Is Your Mother!!

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