The red sun sets as the crystal moon rises over the vast country side. Stars above glisten with perfection in bright arrays as the earth below them silently moves.
Her aging pale eyes look outward in wonder as she cradles a black book in her withered hands. Her wisdom beckons for reason but her heart yearns for change. Though she knows its wrong, she cant resist.
“Black Arcana, god of the forbidden art, hear my voice and grant my wish of eternal youth! Take these hands of a crone and blinding eyes, color my ice white hair and sweeten my voice with a sultriness.”
She gazes at the words written on the crumbling page.
“A maidens tongue, the sent of first love, and a true virgins heart.”
The older women known as black Lilly stirs her concoction carefully as the blood of her victim drips down the wooden ladle.
Blackness twists and winds as fog fills the tiny room with putrid smelling pink hues.
Slowly she is consumed by her witchery.
Lilly’s hair softly turns blonde as her large eyes dilate blue.
“Yes, make me beautiful!”
Her trembling voice cries.
Suddenly the old grandfather clock strikes two as the bells chime fiercely throughout her room.
She stands upright in awe no longer feeling the plaguing resistance of old age. Lilly smiles and giggles under her lovely breath.
Abruptly she is stuck by the sound of her voice.
“no, this cant be!”
Her reflection stares back at her with a shocking realization.
“A child, I have been turned into an eternal child!”
She falls to her shaking knees and grieves, for her gift of eternity has become an everlasting curse.
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012
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