Our World
By SMYGO4EVA
Threads that bare all wounds and heal all of suffering are ones that hang for the corruption of humanity; all time has suffered because of it. The pharaoh, in his glory and godlike status, was destined to amount to importance in his rule as the king of the Nile. The maiden who wanders the endless depths of question and sadness, submerged in ardent tears muted by the light shining upon her. They were destined never to meet in reality, only in dreams and nightmares.
Sin was touched and untouched in the great empire of the Nile, fate, destiny and all negative emotions playing a significant role, therefore becoming one being. Time is ever flowing, faces changing and racing in an eternally metamorphic state. Love would transcend time, just as it always has.
The pharaoh fell in love with the maiden, lost from all evil and impurity, and he saw her as a goddess. A beautiful, lovely goddess, and of his royal monarchy, he saw her as his own.
Emotional dependency and physical lust became one being to them, as their true love set them together. They wanted to be together, and no words would make them back away from such fate. The attraction would have been fickle if not for beauty and grace, but the gods knew that the maiden of serenity and the great pharaoh were intended to become one.
A higher power would make someone fixated and wield the power of God, to control something they couldn't help. Love found tranquility in heaven-induced thoughts, for one who was great ancient royalty. The maiden was dressed in white as he saw her, and he, the king, was dressed in black. White was symbolic for lovely purity and black was a mark of corruption. Was it possible that a mighty ruler was corrupted by the love of such beauty?
The enchanted winds of desire hid beneath the Earth itself, as the gods intended for that to occur. The pharaoh and the maiden just happened to find the winds with their own world that would forever become our world.