Journey III
An open letter to the goddess Katha
I could no longer contain my hatred, Katha. I performed your requiem while traversing steep mountains just to be in front of this tombstone some say is your palace. Fourteen full moons have passed and my frail body already scathes to this warm air. The crows feasted on my open wounds and I can no longer drive them away due to my condition.
Still I chanted the words you long to hear
“Ohska sisha! Katha!” (Come to me! Katha!)
“Ohska sisha! Katha!” (Come to me! Katha!)
“Ohska sisha! Katha!” (Come to me! Katha!)
Until I could no longer bear to speak the words properly. And my chants turned to low whispers.
Feeding on these decaying rodents upon my feet came to be a treat in the long run. Barely to lift my body, I see to it that I kiss your tombstone each time the faint light of the moon touches its arches. Still it fell on deaf ears. I’m already beginning to doubt your existence. A goddess already warned me along the way that you don’t exist. But I mocked her and chanted your requiem in my heart while conversing with her.
A goddess of mourning, you are. Haven’t I had enough of this mourning for you still not to make your presence be felt? Even a soft whisper in my ear would do. Just to make me know that yes you do exist, and not just a damn fragment of my brittle mind.
I feel I’m nearing my last breath and soon bade this body farewell. I feel Ylolly drawing closer and closer eager to accompany me and be by his side.
Kiester
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Hints on pronunciation:
Oshka (Os-wah)
Sisha (see-Yah)
Ylolly {lee)
