The Nephilim Bride

Now let me tell you a tragic story. I truly hope you won't find it boring. My mother first told me about this tale When I was a young girl -- little and frail. It's a story about a Celtic bride Who suffers from a deadly case of pride. This princess was beautiful, thin and fair; Her small face surrounded by flaming hair. Though many sought her, she was set to wed. Her groom as loving as a girl can get. After their wedding, he took her with him Where she would be treated as Nephilim. The angel-queen was loved by one and all. The servants spoke of her beauty in awe. While they saw her radiance, she did not; Each morning she woke, the princess was shocked. The lovely queen cried and began to pray, "Hopefully I will be lovely today..." But her prayer never seemed to come true. As her face grew round, as did her waist too. Her physique bubbled and bulged outward, fast. Her tiny body was long in the past. She watched as her body became blemished. She wept in anguish at her own image. The princess truly despised what she saw. The more she stared, the more she was appalled. She called in her servants; quickly they came. "Who has altered the mirror in this frame?" She waited for one to confess outright. When no one replied, she told them her strife. "Each day I grow larger. Is this a trick? If so, it's a bad one -- cruel, mean, and sick! Someone is tampering with my mirror. Let me layout the punishment clearer. "If someone is making me thing I'm fat, Then he or she will be dismissed; that's that! And if no one admits to this cruel joke, I'll fire you all and drop you in the moat." "But Your Majesty, we see nothing wrong! Your figure bears absolutely no flaws." "That's it! Get out! I've had enough of this! I'll have no more lies," she said with a hiss. After they left, she locked the door. No one would see her, not once evermore. She'd hide her hideous form from all sight, Not caring to eat even one small bit. "My image is everything!" she cried out. "I used to be beautiful; look here now! Each day when I wake, my image grows wide... That's it! I won't sleep! The culprit can't hide." So the princess lived with no sleep and no food. Day after day, no one entered her room. Her husband begged for her to come to him. He tried and tried, but she wouldn't listen. The lovely queen cried and began to pray, "Hopefully I will be lovely today..." After weeks, her prince broke down her room's door. Looking in, he saw his bride was no more. He went to his wife and cried over her. It was then, he noticed her gaunt face stir. His bride was not dead, but practically there. Her eyes flew open and gave him a stare. "Do I look beautiful, my love?" she asked. He screamed aloud and ran from her fast. He demanded the guards re-bar her room. "That's not my queen," he told them with gloom. "She's a monster now. There's nothing to do. She'll stay locked inside like she wanted to." The lovely queen cried and began to pray, "Hopefully I will be lovely today..." Inside her room, the princess looked once more At her body that caused so much horror. She shrieked, "Why me? After all this time, why? I didn't eat or sleep, yet I'm still wide!" She ran to her window, weeping loudly, "I used to say, 'I'm beautiful!' proudly." She opened the window to autumn wind. A gust entered and took hold of her then. Her wilted body was crushed by the breeze. Her ashes floated out with the fall leaves. the wind carried them over every hill. If you listen closely, you'll hear her still. The wind carries her whispers to all ears, A quiet, "Am I beautiful now, dear?" Her voice calls from inland to ocean shore As it will do so...forever more.