Ring

I call again for you Arvae. For understanding and wisdom. I've listened a washed ashore seashell. And it too,was silent. My ring... my link with the other worlds has broken. I still don't know when or how. Just now I feel myself washed ashore husk. Drifted on sands and muted, with all the words I knew once that now remain forgotten.

I knew this day will come one day. When I'll succumb to mortality without any notice. When my touch will fade amongst the trees. A poltergeist. With nothing to keep my remains together, I cannot even cry for help. Useless as the rain soaked dust.

I fear that I've become what I hated and despised... I tremor at the thought that I'm now one of your beloved creatures... a human. Cursed to obey the laws of flesh. Doomed to... feel? Feel for things that I've looked down upon. For every little thing that made me along the ages to crave for something different. To feel for things that made me feel I don't belong with them. I am mostly lost,without being able to hear my own thoughts. If so, it is well possible that you won't even hear me. If so, no one will hear me...

Photo: Tom Curtis