Blue silk meets painted skin,
The scent of mates carried on the salted breath of the sea.
The Savage in a cultured land seeking what is His from the MOON.
He shall not linger, for their ways are not the Old Ways,
His tattoos proclaim his devotion to the Moon's path.
He demands Her to come forward and tries to reveal Her face like a common harlot,
But Her silver blade is faster in defense of her honor.
His contempt of her ways has Him tearing
Her away from the traditional Celebration,
As a burdened brother drops a heavy chest of wealth on foreign sand.
There is no Feast,
There is no Dance,
There is no Fight,
There is no honoring of Her Traditions.
Her goodbyes are rushed as She is purchased like an object.
SHAMED... Humiliated... disrespected...
The Moon does not hear Her mother's prayers.
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Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills
RandomScribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be pres...
