Mortal Immortal
By Carly
The sky is clouded; I move a hand and a ring clears about the moon. I watch light and darkness battle; see the star beside the moon and remember its name. This is what I can do.
When I look back to my mortal days, they seem so long ago. I can hardly believe I knew such petty concerns. That house seems so small. It was as though I had been shrunk to fit my human body; and yet when she called me a man, it was as though she called me something great.
How can that be greatness? I want to know. No, I want to show her what greatness is. So I become a voice to her, that moves about her, startles and disturbs her. I become a fire, that kindles her from within. And then I become a man for her. Her hand rests on mine an instant –
I am who I am, but at her touch I recall what it was to be a man.
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