Lidarian- leyenda de su diosa (ingles)

There's a bar, near the point where roads cross, where every night one can go and see the same scene happening over and over again: a man (never the same, but always the same look of self pity in his eyes), sitting in the darkest corner of the room, drinking rum as if his life depended on it. If one were to ask him what troubled his mind, the same answer would come from one and all: "I've met her, the love of my life, the one I'd be willing to die for." and if one were to hear this, and stay the night near, one would doubtless encounter also the image that repeats itself over and over, time and again, every morning afterwards: the man, his bottle empty, his lifeless eyes looking into heaven as if searching redemption. on the table, a note would be found, a note saying the same exact words every-time:

As I look at my last day on this earth, I feel a blessed relief to my pains, for she has relieved me of my duty, I am a slave no longer. I shall tell my tale one last time, thus hoping to warn all men to keep them from suffering my fate. 'twas no longer than a few years ago (though it now seems an eternity), that I found myself wandering through the crossing of these roads, famished and looking for shelter, when I saw before my eyes the most grand image to ever haunt my eyes, a beautiful goddess of beauty, with hair as black as night and eyes brighter than stars. She came to me smiling, kindness in her eyes, a welcoming hand reaching for mine. Astounded, I gave way to my inmost feelings, and followed the beauty to its lair (I say lair, for now I know she was not human at all, no mere woman could be what she is) where, I am ashamed to say, I succumbed to my human desires. How couldn't I? if, as I watched mesmerized as in a dream where one can't move or speak or scream even, she took her clothes off, revealing to me a beauty only gods should be allowed to see. I need not say what happened after, but I do need say that till then never had there been a better husband than me, and that if I fell prey to this goddess's beauty never did I think it would harm my beloved [Although I'm ashamed to recognize that, even my dear one couldn't match my new queen's beauty nor the passion each of her kisses was loaded with]. I did not know it yet, but the promise I made to love my dear one until death came, was the very thing that would lead me to mine. Time passed, and I soon became aware of nothing else than my newfound queen, her every desire being fulfilled became my very reason for existence, and so, without noticing, I became something much worse than even a slave, I became a man who enslaved himself willingly. As the seasons changed, I watched my queen become even more perfect with each passing day, unfortunately, 'twas not so for me, for as she grew in beauty, i saw myself change with the hardships of my duties, my hands cut and back crushed from the fields I planted for my beloved, my face and body scratched from the fiends I battled for her amusement, my very soul dead, to be revived only at the sound of her voice. And so, the day came when she wanted me no longer.

It happened the same day the lotus tree shed its last flower, I remember as if it had been yesterday. "You are of no use to me now" she said "you're broken, old, and now you're not even beautiful" Aghast, I watched her transform as she said this, and where once stood my beautiful queen now stood a monster, so fierce, so terrifying that words could never describe it. "go my little worthless fly, and if by sunset a month from now, when the scorching sun has yielded to the darkness of a new moon, you haven't learnt to fly, be sure you shall not be here to see the sun rise".

And thus ends my story, for its been a month now since I last saw my queen, and still I cannot take flight to escape her grip. The sun has set and I hear her voice from the distance, calling, singing a song of death, a song of punishment:

"come now, my little fly
come now to your fate
escape, if you want to try
but men shall not escape my hate"

I go now, for hope is a word that lost its meaning long ago, the only memory of me will be a body, a body and this note, a note I hope will warn all men from this, the beautiful goddess of the night, the goddess who becomes a fright.