She Asks the Mirror

[Memini ut Orpheus aliquando a me distaret, nam cum eo eram cum solus esset. Etiam tum me ostendere non poteram, quia eum magis cognoscere volebam.]

As days went by, she could see her man walking deeper within the infernal realms, where life holds little meaning unless it is saved. He had a strange look in his dark eyes, as if he was trying to save not himself, but his music withered in terrible endings; verses of lust that were interwoven with the feminine.

She could feel his despair when he saw that his soul inscribed on malformed tombstones, where he could never die. The woman could perceive the echo of a distant era, lost scriptures, words that were written down in terrifying consequences long ago. Vaguely though, Orpheus seemed to walk quietly in a trance to find who he was from another life, yet somehow aware that he had never died, but had once decided to return to hell, and had returned there.  

Shanaya could never understand the need for hell, or for even him to venture without armor. She did not ideate on the urgency of redemption, for she felt she was not accountable. Yet, she would not stay away from Orpheus, for only he could love her like she had always imagined.

She sought quiet solace by the banks of the black river, where she imbued the darkness and wove her desolation with the pervading sorrow. It was here, where she could see her shadow, she devised that she must mirror Orpheus, who would think of her as if he were talking to himself.

She could easily become one with the endlessness, being immortal. Yet, she could not step into the nightmares of hell as Orpheus did, as she was deterred by a forbiddance that Orpheus commanded unto the underworld.

She ardently hoped that her lover would know that she waited upon him to restore her sanity, when she could do nothing but cry in front of the mirror. Love, love was all she had when Shanaya reclined with her veena, as the lonesome evenings were fleeting into the sadness of yesterdays.

Thus was the desire of the woman, as she yearned for Orpheus.

Sic destruitur tribulatus simplex homme se tristis

Sic sanctum corpus divisum paratur inferno

Nunc insignia, nunc agnatio, se qui sagi, se qui sator

Mihi corporeum speculum, mihi sensus externi

Invoco spiritus astrorum, liberatum est, est seminatum

Mihi accidit confessio, apparuit in somnis.

 

एवं नश्यति सञ्जातो मुग्धमनुष्यः स च दुःखितः

एवं पवित्रकलेवरं विभक्तं निरयाय सज्जते

अधुना चिह्नानि अधुना वंशः यः प्राज्ञः यः स्रष्टा।

मह्यं शारीरदर्पणं मह्यं बाह्येन्द्रियाणि

आह्वयामि नक्षत्राणां आत्मनः तत् मुक्तं तत् वप्तम्

मम जातं वर्णनं तत् स्वप्नेषु प्रादुरासीत्।