Short Story - Isis And The Moon

This is a short story inspired by a picture of our brilliant @reinhard-schmid, who gave me his permission to use his work in my post. When i first saw it, I got the feeling that his Isis would make a wonderful book cover. A month later one comment of his gave me the idea of writing a story about it. Thank you @reinhard-schmid! 

You can find more of his steemit-shared art here!

I hope you, people, like this...

(Image credits: @reinhard-schmid, Indigo - Egyptian Goddess Isis and the Moon)

Before you read that, push play on this melody, I had it on repeat while writing this story and I think it's the perfect track to go with the lines below...

Isis And The Moon

Her name was Isis, like the ancient Egyptian goddess. With a body of chocolate skin and a scent of cinnamon on her hair. Her eyes of emerald green would lure you and keep you paralyzed for hours. And her voice, that voice of a sweet lullaby with a tone of dark mystery. She was the perfect example of the Creator's perfectionism.

She loved to get away from people. She loved to be on her own. There were nights she would just lay by the river, naked under the light of the moon. Staring at a sky that had no stars for her. Not just for her, the sky had no stars for everyone. They disappeared the night He was gone. Her Love, her Man, her World. Heavens took him away and the skies turned black and the moon was left there, her only consolation, her only confessor. 

That night the moon was full. Isis came to cleanse herself in the river. She cried lying naked on the ground, beating hard with her fists against the earth. Let all her wrath and pain get out and when she felt exhausted, empty and unable to feel any more pain she would get in the river and allow the water gently caress every inch of her body as if it was touching her soul. 

She was in agony, but it was so much that she felt tired, she didn't have the strength to cry any more. Pain was there, a burden on her shoulders, a load on her stomach, a noose around her neck. She knew it was there, but she was so numb inside that she couldn't shed another tear.

Standing there in the water, she lowered her head and saw the moon's reflection. She then realized that it was there all the time, all those nights, the sole witness of her torture, her self exposure and embracing of pain. Her eyes opened wide, her big black eyebrows pulled back and her face softened for a while. She was either losing her mind or she could see the moon coming closer to her. The reflection was getting bigger and bigger.

It was right above her. She felt it touching her back, kissing her neck, just like He used to do. She could swear she heard his soft whisper in her ears "I'm here, it's alright, don't be afraid" he said. She could not move, she wasn't sure whether this was true or some kind of trick her mind was playing. She decided to just wait and see what happens.

Two hands would slowly go up her arms and softly touch her shoulders. They would move towards her neck, behind her ears and through her cinnamon hair. She closed her eyes and let herself go. Salty tears turned to sweet kisses and hands were struggling to feel every inch of each other's body. They were both in the water now. If only she could stay there with him, forever. If only this dream would be her last and keep dreaming for eternity. 

They were both in the water now and there was no moon in the sky. All of a sudden a bright explosion of light tossed them far away and scattered them around in lucent beams. And for a short moment there was silence. Where there were dark skies you could now see thousands of stars! Beautiful, shiny stars! Beautiful sparkling glows of happiness. And silence was now singing a sweet melody...

Thank you for stopping by and reading this. I know I usually post educational content, but I have an artist dwelling in me as well. I don't know if my art is of any value, at least I have the chance to get things off my chest and enjoy the braingasms of verve! I'd love to see your opinions in the comments below.

If you please, feel free to pay a visit to my blog and check out some of my short stories along with plenty of educational posts and of course my bizarre natural phenomena series.  

Until my next post,
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