Title: A sad poem drabble: "Omega and a new Alpha"
Pairing: Alexander and Hephaestion.
Disclaimer: I don't know the people involved, no harm intended, everything is product of my imagination.
Feedback: yes, please any kind of them will help me to improve my writing or leave it forever.
Author's note: the words in bold letters belong to a beautiful poem by Mary Frey.
No beta, so all the mistakes are mine, sorry!
Warning: Dead character and character's death, really sad and I can't explain why I wrote this.
Even though Hephaestion had sent several signs to his still mourning lover that he was fine and already waiting for him in the afterworld, none of those signs had really worked.
He decided that he would ask for his favourite goddess's help and Aphrodite knew who could help him better.
Morpheus appeared early in the palace that night, he took the battered-spirited King in his arms and craddled him until he felt the already sick body fall into a deep slumber.
A warm light flooded the room, and the clear image of a healthy Hephaestion could be seen approaching the bed. Alexander opened his eyes and focused his still sleepy eyes on his beloved's frame; he sat – leaning onto the headboard – and patted the empty place next to him.
The mattress deepened under Hephaestion's body and taking one of Alexander's hands in his, he spoke softly:
"My dearest love, do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep the eternal slumber as everybody thinks; I am in a thousand winds that blow and play with your hair that is not long anymore; I am the softly falling snow that numbs your bare feet when you walk in my garden alone; I am the gentle showers of rain that make the soil get wet and let the seeds grow; I am the fields of ripening grain and my hair still keeps the colour of the maize; I am in the morning hush that brings a new day; I am in the graceful rush of beautiful birds in circling flight and among them I still see your loyal eagle; I am the starshine of the night that guides stray people to their beloved ones; I am in the flowers that bloom each spring and still brings a tiny smile to your chapped lips; I am in a quiet room where you still seek for your peace of mind; I am in the birds that sing and show that life still goes on; I am in each lovely thing you set your beautiful two-coloured eyes on.
My dearest soul mate, do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I do not die because you keep me alive in your mind and heart. See you soon, my love " and the warm light faded away.
When morning came, Alexander was found dead on their bed, his head turned to Hephaestion's bust and a sweet smile in his cold lips. They also found a little piece of scroll in his hand that read: "Do not weep or cry, we are both happy and alive now"