Ember both parts

this is both parts to the embers pieces. with a small addition to part one thats not in the original posting on here

.:End:.

 

I reach into the sky, tasting the air, taking it all in. My tongue flicks out, the air is mine. I cannot reach far, but I am fine here, consuming Beauty. Our children soar ever higher before raining around us.

            Our scent combined in this blazing passion is not that of Beauty's adorning roses, but instead is that of new life at a price only life can pay. I paint her across the veil of stars. Her body bare inside me, mine to hold into mortality's eternity. I dance across her flesh, I kiss her gently, for she is my candle and I her flame.

            My voice crackles and breaks as I whisper my love.

            Sweet Beauty, thy embrace is unlike any I could ever long for...

            I hear the air stir aside my Beauty and myself. A hollow shell of a man stands, unmoving, gazing; a statuesque shell.

            “Dearest Ambelina, why? Why were you the price for love? You lay so close, but you are so far beyond my reach. I cannot hold you; I cannot smell the perfume of your skin. I can only watch you burn.” He says. His face a mask, his voice holding all the world's emotion with each syllable.

            Foolish man! You wish to hold my Beauty? Then join us, I insist!

            I grab for him, but he is beyond my reach. I try, again and again, my rage fueling the futility. He does not move, he does not notice me. My fury goes unseen; how I yearn his end! He who longs for mine and mine alone deserves to know the price that only life can pay. How I would gladly give him such justice!

            He stands there, he watches my Beauty with such sin-filled eyes. He does not cry as the hours pass, as Beauty and I become one and die, locked together in eternal passion. He just stands, unmoving; a perpetual statue. His strength amazes me, but I cannot forgive him. He yearns my love, he longs for that which is mine and mine alone. His passion is nothing in sight of mine. He will not win, he will never win.

            I stay watching him as myself and my Beauty are consumed. The everlasting night hovers around us, and still he stands. In the hours that pass, my Beauty becomes no more than ash, and I falter, becoming as a wisp. Still he stands. No matter my anger at him, I fall away, I die. He stands there, and I end...

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.:Lover:.

 

            The night was blacker than most. It was dark. Dank. Musty. Echoes of cries reached my ears but I could not hear them. I could only watch transfixed.

            Her pyre stood in the center of the inlet. The tide was out, the ocean was quiet. No breeze stirred the fire fly embers as they reached ever higher, disappearing into the sky. The stars watched over us, no moon shone it's pity. We were alone, her and I. I could not touch her, nor hold her. I could not smell the roses adorning her neck as they were consumed by flame. As she was consumed.

            I could not cry. I could not speak. I could only watch her burn away. Her skin so pale, her eyes closed forever. Her hair as if spun of gold being eaten away. Her body, uncovered, revealed to me in all its beauty. A beauty not meant for this world. Not meant for me.

            “Dearest Ambelina, why? Why were you the price for love? You lay so close, but you are so far beyond my reach. I cannot hold you, I cannot smell the perfume of your skin. I can only watch you burn.”

            She had been my angel, my beacon of light when all else shone darkest. She took me from death, and brought me into life that I had not deserved. She gave me her life. I took her life, stole it. Because I had loved her. I held her, embraced her. I entwined our bodies and made her mine. For that she suffered. She became hated, and it ate her.

            My love killed her. But I cannot repent, nor regret. I cannot apologize for my love. Nor for hers. I could not weep my lost beloved. I could not weep as I watched her burn, her ashes falling around me in the night.

            Her embers, her ashes.

            The night was blacker than most, darker than most. Night accepted us, and wept in my place.