I’m in love with the morning star.  (pt 1)

Love and sacrifices are only meant for mortals…

Those were fate’s plans for the prince. His aberrant behavior lead to something more than the insignificance of a dust speckle. Still…

The deep blue void has many laws, unknown to humans. Which all-living things have to follow. Only very few of them referring to earth and the contamination of it. Some of them are about the balance of darkness and light, but most of them are about the void. The nothing, the emptiness, containing everything – black, white, blue, yellow, heat, radiation and vacuum. The world of a star. Everything hostile to a human body and life.

But the prince didn’t know anything about eternal laws, nor about the world of the celestials. The star understood, but couldn’t tell him. Her voice would have made his heart burst and his blood boil. Her kiss would have iced up his lungs. Meeting, being together, loving each other was not possible. Not like humans are used to…

The mortal ways brought nothing but sorrow. The star has seen it so many times, failures repeated in every generation. Pain carvings in human hearts, ended in a blink of an eye.

Crushing down on him and his world would mean nothing but death, regrets and disasters. To keep him safe for now, she kept her distance. Knowing about the fickle nature of mortal love, she hoped the prince would be easily bored.

Days went by weeks passed, months run through his fingers. He waited for his star. Patiently, night for night, praying to be able to meet her, to hold her.

From time to time he dreamed about her. Which he saw as a good sign, that she cared, that his efforts were not in vain. Tough she never talked, but smiled at him, he understood that she cared. Even a tiny bit, she cared for him. Nodding, even reaching out for him, leaving him little gifts. The wing of a butterfly, a spider web, feather, emitting that gemlike glowing light. He was happy.

He wrote her poems, he begged her for a kiss, for a touch. She refused. Constantly. Time was all he had. The most precious thing on earth for a human. That was all he could give her…

Months transformed to years, and the prince only loved his star. Deprived from all human bonds, no one was willing to served the prince. And as his father, the king, died, the throne remained empty, the crown untouched. People suffered. Bit by bit the neighboring kingdoms took the land. The prince, the king, cared only for his star. Obsessed. With his love, his lust, his craving for her, with despair, and sadness… He spent his days in the highest room in the tower of his palace, studying the sky.

What good can any human heart expect, from the light of a distant star? Without returning affection, without nurturing – how long can it survive? Slowly losing warmth, slowing down, losing power. Weakening reality… Dreaming of that, which never could be.

Love and sacrifice are only meant for mortals. This would be second sentence of my life.

I am mortal.

I understand.

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