Flamenco

The following Essay is a sequel to my earlier work entitled “Memento”. These two essays form a prequal and go some way toward explaining later works such as “Elsewhere” and “the Fell” (a missing link – found)!

To set the scene, first read “Memento” then imagine gypsies by a camp fire and an injustice being undone. One last thing, this essay is set around 100 years before “A Knight’s Crusade” and our introduction to Lilly and Merek.

Flamenco

Corrupt by angst, as lost these souls, cast to enmity with fight. In chastity of death, he stands her loss, before the shadow and mourned.

Should weight, as distance bound, be less the toil of stride in tread – Should time run forth, while back, by equal measure. Then history now, tomorrow come, and all space between be gone.

Given in memento and conjure of image: her name, her place, her sight. She shall cross by light to light, while bound to shelter of one.

As would Orpheus in lament, bring flood, a heart sings for the loss of dreams. In constancy the sun, with light as drinks the shadow gone. By his tears, in cry of cante, comes nurture of melodic soul – born doleful in whispers and burning.

By dawn, ablaze in glory, her birth again to morning dew. With style, in shape as formed of tender grace, she rises.

In tap, the percussive stamp, in rhythm and building – as bailaora in blaze of ardour and given to storm. With turn and sway, as weaving braid, comes sadness laid with solace.

She is the calidity of flame, as dances amidst the summer shades and sparks from wildest passion. Come tides with ardent flow, in blaze then ember – while fuelled once more to rage.

Such fever this, the fidelity of salacious touch as would be given untamed to pleasure. In flare, as burns all flesh – the sweet caress and ache of brush with blow.

Rapture: as rising to crescendo, with drift of paradisiacal plains and freed of mortal bind. Senses filled, colours thrill to rhapsodic symphony, colliding in rise then fall of breath.

Held once more, tears dried by kisses felt, two souls together as one. This is the birth of eternal love – always, forever be done.