The Amaranthine Poet

The Golden Myrrhmaid and the Emptied Sky

September 17, 2008 on 4:07 am | In Everything | 139 Comments

I used to be the sun but I ran away. I used to be the sun, the iridescent aura governing the day. The birds would implore me to guide them as they fly, but their beating wings would cast grisly shadows against the battered sky. The world would ask me to radiate its path, but would build its days upon hatred and wrath. So, I ran away; I jumped out from my lofty corner of the twilight sky and dove into the deep of the ocean, awaiting the next black morning when I would hear the world cry. They implored the stars to move closer and burn away the persistent night; they asked the thunder to strike the earth and give them a moment of light…but no starlit thunderstorm could smite away the darkness the way I could–and how their bulging eyes searched and their bloody hands beckoned for me to return, but I didn’t think I should. So, I stayed in the ocean and became a mermaid soaring below the violent earth within the violet sea. The sea creatures told me that the sweet scent of the sky, like myrrh, and the fragrant nectar of a burning garden constantly lingered around me. They also noticed a golden glow which poured from my flesh and burned through my eyes which would not fade–and for these reasons, the sea renamed me and I was no longer known as “The Sun”, but rather as “The Golden Myrrhmaid.”

One day, I was visited by five beautiful sirens of the sea. Their hair was like flowing ephemeral clouds and their backs were arched gracefully. Each siren was a different color–one was yellow, one red, one green, one violet, and the other, indigo. When I inquired of this they told me a secret they thought I should know. Each siren had once been a color of the rainbow; however, like me, they fled from the world and left the sky. I pressed my golden fingers against my blazing face and asked the sirens, “why?”

“Because once you ran away, the moon became pale and weary because he deeply missed you. Once he realized you were never coming back he jumped out of the sky and ran away too…and because a rainbow can only be seen behind some form of light, we had no choice but to leave the sky once the world became a permanent midnight. So, now we are all sirens–singing nostalgic songs about our friend, the sun, who ran away. Our songs beckon lost sailors whose remorseful hearts have led them astray. As they become enraptured by our sad melodic emotion, they dive into the blue to find you, but instead, drown in the spiteful ocean.”

Hearing this made me very sad, but all I could think about was the sweet sadness of the bashful moon. I never imagined he cared so much; although, I do recall how he’d discreetly stalk me behind the velvet mist of each afternoon. I shut my eyes as my overwhelming thoughts fell from my heart and crumbled into my hands like autumn leaves in the birth of December. I was The Golden Myrrhmaid now…I forsook my days as The Sun and forsook my desire to remember. I left the world because it became swollen with a storm of hatred and sin. I, being The Sun, was omniscient during the day and the malice of man made the walls of my heart become thin. I hadn’t intended to leave the world alone and destitute…but, when I tried to speak to the world, the world was deaf, and so, I became mute. Yes, it may have seemed wrong of me not to stay, but truly, the world was enveloped in its own darkness long before I went away…

I sighed deeply and when I opened my eyes again I saw a silver angel swimming toward me. His flesh was covered in deep scars but embellished with brilliant stars and his eyes smiled at me. His white wings were vast ivory clouds billowing with the currents and I began to recognize him quite soon. The silver creature gathered me into his arms and I realized that he was, indeed, the moon. Looking into his discerning eyes, my heart began to melt and I felt, at that moment, something I had never before felt. Tangled in his soul and dangling from his mouth was the wailing of the world but as he leaned in to kiss me…the burden of the wailing world ascended from his mouth and disappeared out of the sea. The darkness of the world had overwhelmed and emptied the entire sky…and yet, although we sat upon the bottom of the ocean floor, our souls were soaring high. I looked into his crescent eyes and a blazing love grew. Such an unfathomable fate…but in essence…I knew, he knew, we always knew.

Jenna Awad
The Amaranthine Poet

P.S. The rainbow in the story is an allegory of hope (I know, I am obsessed with allegories). The rainbow had to leave the sky once the only sources of light did, thus, delivering the idea that without some form of goodness/light, there can exist no form of hope for malice…or rather, hope is still in existence, but more difficult to attain since it cannot be seen; therefore–although ironically put–”pure” evil/darkness has little to no hope for a change to good, considering that darkness is, fundamentally, the absence of light. Once the sun and the moon left, the world was enveloped in its own darkness, and hope, eventually, left.

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