Before She Entered My Life
My campfire is now only dying embers...Sleep lost its temporary grip on my senses...I am
alone in the cold...in the darkness...my only companions: my beloved mare and the night
creatures bravely venturing close enough to see who invades their forest lair...I see their
tiny eyes glowing out of the darkness...
From the nearby village...I hear music...I hear laughter floating on the night air out of the
tavern...
but I am unable to enter in...to join in the gaiety...the laughter…the singing...
So I wait...wait for what? Perchance a passing stranger...friendly...who knows nothing of
me...of my past misdeeds...my infamy...my name...someone to talk with?...And tell
me... warrior...would you let any person get that close? Ha!
And so I wait with my arms wrapped about my knees...for dawn's first warming
rays...alone...
My black heart will not let me admit to anyone how lonely I feel...yet from the depths of my
soul...I cry out:
"I am here! I am so alone! And it hurts! Oh, Goddess...how it hurts!"
© Skya Wode
10 August 1997
