the siamese wizards were born out of lust

demure little river girl drinks elixirs of blood; bones melting softly into the mud.

the siamese wizards were born out of lust, stitched together by forest creatures with yarns of veins. they could not walk, did they have feet? instead lengths of green velvet cloak slipped ghost-like over the carpet of worms and twigs.

my deers were braiding my hair one day, and they unfolded the tale before me. 'a witch and a wizard used to roam our lands', they told me, 'they silently sucked life out of all they found beautiful. fields of sunflowers dried to grey, they absorbed its magic into where they lay.' my deers would flea at the scent of them, 'poor deers, my dears', i would say.

'river girl was the first of them, she was always sad and walked only looking at her feet. she lived off of the forest creatures, and filled the river with their blood.'

'star boy was the latter, he was the one dependant on his own spells. he casted the remains of his prey up to the sky and created his own constellations. if river girl was a ghost, then star boy was a demon.'

my creatures told me that they had all learnt to leave under the earth, for not even the fish could inhale blood water. they each sat around me now, toads to boars, arguing for who was to speak next. my deers finished my hair with a crown of leaves in a matching orange.

'the siamese wizards were the result of the plan to ruin the darkened aura that filled the forest, the remains of that ancient witch and wizard. they were created by the foxes who had been beginning to miss their power over the forest's prey. the wizards now loved, and hunted only as the other creatures did. they glided, pulled between the river and the sky, and could cast spells only by using the power they both possessed.

the cape had been a gift of peace from my deers, who, being such sensitive animals, had felt guilt for the mangled remains of the wizard's body (held together only by the veins of voles and rats). it was woven from the dust of last year's antlers; the wizards were humbled by their unity.

'but where are they now?', for i had never witnessed a river of blood or a cape of antler dust. my moon answered me in the night as i slept in the arms of my favourite oak tree. 'the wizards has become lustful of themselves, for being lustful of one another was being lustful of the creature they had become. one dark light they slaughtered two stallions and gave them the a matching siamese fate. they had done it with the idea of riding them together majestically. in our forest, the slaughter of a stallion is a great crime, like unicorns they are the kindest of creatures. our stallions are a gift form my moon himself.

the siamese wizards vanished one star fall, their bones glisten as crystals in the forests floor.

once i curtsied to the majestic foxes, they stitched their burning fur to my skull.


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