“Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows,
Help us to see
That without the dust the rainbow
Would not be.”
― Langston Hughes
Captain Samuel McCord has seen untold horrors.
Worse, he is married to an alien empress who will one day destroy both him and his world.
Listen to him speak of her:
It is not only the powers of Meilori but her strangeness that frightens most people. And how could she not seem strange to most humans and they to her?
Why shouldn’t Meilori look upon humanity as strangers, as barbarians, as intruders? She was here first.
She ruled the Aztecs when a political execution took place on Golgotha. Far off Cathay knew her as Empress when Caesar destroyed the Roman republic in the process of saving it. How alone she must feel.
Oscar Wilde once told me, “All great and precious things are lonely.”
How then could he love her? Listen again to him:
Meilori was of another time, another realm.
To see her was to believe in the stuff of magic, perhaps even to catch glimpses of fallen angels in the distance, to hear lost faes’ sad laments in the twilight.
To see her face would break your heart with longing and yet heal that heart at the self-same time. And from that moment on, your heart would beat twice as strong as before.
“I loved her
She went away from me
There's nothing more to say
The poem ends,
Soft as it began-
I loved her.”
Listen to the talented Robert Rossmann narrate DEATH IN THE HOUSE OF LIFE --
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