I don’t know what this is. Was feelin inspired by the seer/shadowsinger, death and his lovely fawn dynamics. Just opened my notes app one evening and started tapping away. It kinda reads like folklore.
People were wrong to assume they didn’t fit together. And those who claimed to understand the pairing were often wrong as well, for the union of the seer and the shadowsinger was not a simple case of opposites attract as much as it was the laws of nature in action. The ceaseless drive toward equilibrium. A manifestation of balance. Their complementing of one another went beyond the observable surface. They were a contrast, yes — a visual representation of light and dark — but not lightness and darkness, for the true opposite of light is its absence, and of darkness, only brightness.
But to say they are a representation of brightness and darkness would be inaccurate as well for brightness and darkness are but descriptors of light itself. Is the day not brighter at noon than at twilight? Is the night not darker with a new moon than with a full moon? The two fae both harbor light; hence they are both capable of containing a level of brightness and a level of darkness. Neither measurement indicates an immutable state of being. No matter the how deep the level of darkness may be, so long as light is present, as will be the capacity for brightness.
For we are all crafted from the light of the Mother, the immaculate bright light of divinity. Her pure light defies all levels, its magnitude so incomprehensible to every being that our very existence requires our own capacity to hold it be limited, as we are not divine ourselves. It is only in Her light’s absence that you have entered the presence of Death, at which time the Mother will hold you in Her womb once again until She decides to have the Lovely Fawn deliver you to the immortal land of milk and honey.
Death does not come for those who do not first have the experience of life. And who has command over Death but Life; the Mother and the Cauldron from which life itself was poured? Death is not the destroyer of the Mother’s creations nor is he the counterpart to the power of the Cauldron. He is a servant who reclaims the light of the Mother when asked to do so. Death looks at Life with reverence and gratitude — no different from us — and bows, just as we shall all one day bow before his beautiful face. Death serves Life, and in return, he is given purpose and companionship.
Death is allowed to walk with the Lovely Fawn. She was crafted by the Mother as an extension of Her divinity and gifted with the essence of Life by the Cauldron itself. The Lovely Fawn oversees the delivery of life reborn into the universe. Her presence beside Death is a reminder that Life exists independent of him, a reminder that he submit and give thanks to the Mother and the Cauldron for the infancy of every being because without the starting of a life, there is no need for Death. And despite Death kneeling before his Lovely Fawn, to the essence of Life within her that triumphs over him, she knows they are equals, for without him, rebirth would not be possible.
Just as life, death, and rebirth are intrinsically linked, so are the seer and the shadowsinger. They are the worldly embodiments of day and night, of the light and the dark, of the companionship and entwining of Death and his Lovely Fawn.
One cannot exist solitarily, for how could its definiteness be wholly encapsulated if not for the complementing of that which would not otherwise exist? One without the other renders any attempt to make sense of the world incomplete, impossible.
Because they can only coexist, it is when they are together — the seer and the shadowsinger — that their true glory is evident, playing out in tandem alongside one another against the backdrop of the universe as sunlight and shadow.
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