Fields of ice and winter’s touch,
Where darkness kisses light in semi-permanent dusk;
You venture not far from here, you dare not.
Blue eyes cast to an unknown horizon
And hopes of he who forsook you.
A body that feels no chill
Shivers, wrapped in his memory,
This princess of wolves; you huddle against the Arctic storms
Fingers embedded in the fur of a friend,
Your only friend.
And you dream
There is an illusion of the woman you would be,
A transitory memory never destined to exist,
Waiting, always waiting for that dream to manifest,
To coalesce from the darkness to a deeper night: a saviour.
You, the child of the evening star,
And he who is darker than night:
Is it destiny or design?
Keep waiting, Aurora, hold on,
For all storms must pass before The End.
Inspired by the character Princess Aurora from Hunter Hunted (The Eternals Book2)
Thank you for reading
Richard M. Ankers / author of The Eternals Series