The Night Bird and the Apostate (Story)

The Apostate was clear
He didn't want to believe
As lovers believe anymore
Struck down from his alter,
Eradicate the words once written
On his heart
Destroying the temple that guards
His soul

Angry with the past,
Saddened by the future,
The Apostate gave his most sincere
Forgiveness on bended knee
Silent tears running down
His defeated body,
Into the ground and underneath
Seeping through the throne of
Mother Earth and her Skinwalkers
That are listening below him
As he begs in
the dark forest above.

The western wind that was blowing,
Stopped quietly.
The evening birds that were singing,
Sung no more.
The oak tree leaves that were falling,
Stayed put to listen.
All the world stopped turning
To witness the nonbeliever,
To come alive in this most
Daring moment.

The Apostate whispered to the
Night Bird, spirited dark creature for
The Mother of Perdition and Bitter Love.

"I know you can hear me,
And I know you see me tired,
But I can finally see
From these sleeping dead eyes.
No longer sleeping.
No longer dead inside.

I am baptised and clothed against
My ancestors, now pilgrims
From this dying world.
And I do not know how to honor them
When the powwows are abandoned
And the native language that is now untold.

I am without my eagle feathers,
The eagle spirit died long ago
The fire from this past
choke-cherry summer,
Couldn't warm this winter soul.

But Nothing Else Matters,
I could have lived happily by her side...
If only she would have me."

He looks down, as he rose to his feet,
his full blooded eyes staring at Hers,
The Dying Lover unknowingly
already drowning inside,
Giving up his beautiful
but wilted dreams.

"But I know who you are.
I dipped my feet into the Ether,
Without your permission.
And I see what I've been missing
A thousand years of Love,
Now painted onto Night Horses
From weathered flowers
of the cold desert sand.
Forever chasing lost love
in the dark
on these dying and
forgotten lands"

The hooded Lady piercing
Her shrouded eyes into his
From the spirit world
Unfurling her ageless wings,
Coming alive and taking form
From the fearful trees.

He has her full attention.

"I am the Apostate.
The only follower of my faith.
And I shall die a thousand times
Serving you,
My Nightingale
Until I am free to live
Before it's too late.
To breathe once more,
That I can believe she can find me,
I can be found again...

She will finally love me this time?"

She turned her ancient body towards him,
Ancient words were not needed.
Reaching out her hand.
He knew he had no other choice.

He took the Ancient Mother's hand,
walked into the lake and drowned.
Serving Her short of forever,
The now unloved Night Bird beyond.

Not knowing and
Never knowing
For a Millenia,
She loved him all along.

Continued.
(Her Perdition, Story)