• Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
    Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.


    That song brought about memories unbidden. The smells of Parsley circulating through the senses, followed by it’s bitter brother of Sage. Then, oh, the sweet Rosemary. Thyme, Thyme he had never smelled before, but he can imagine. As he drifted between worlds. Never in one or the other, balanced between time, space, and all things material. His soul offered forth to save the one he loved. To save that wonderful woman who had given so much to a world who didn’t even know to recognize her as their savior.

    When she returned, her form wrapped in silver and gold, halos of light shining down from the Goddess who’d taken it upon herself to take away that love only to give her back in a time of need that was no more grandeur than a child’s birth into the world. All that pain he’d felt, all that writhing fear and contempt he’d buried deep within him… all of it washed away upon looking into those heavenly honey tinted orbs. Every emotion he’d welled up within him over the years rippled off of his shoulders that were too young to carry such heavy burdens…

    Tell her to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
    With no seams nor needle work, Then he’ll be a true love of mine.


    A smile filtered across smooth, pale lips. How often had they sat before the fire, joking back and forth about how impossible it would be to make clothing in general without needles, let alone a cambric shirt. Little did he know just how possible that would be. Everything was true, everything was real… magic, spells, witchcraft, heaven, hell, the gods, angels, demons… everything was real. Tangible. There was no denying the existence of the paranormal now… not after he’d experienced it. Not after it took everything from him only to return the most valuable thing at the perfect moment to bring salvation to a world so needy.

    Tell her to find me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
    Between salt water and the sea strands, then she’ll be a true love of mine.


    That always made him laugh. All these crazy stunts just for love. He never knew what love could be, though. He didn’t know how hard it might sting. How it could grab him by his heart strings and pull until he’s on his knees begging for release. How it could make his very soul swell from joy until it felt as if it were going to combust and break apart his mortal shell. He didn’t know… he didn’t know…

    Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
    And gather it all in a bunch of heather. then she’ll be a true love of mine.


    So here found himself. Surrounded by mingling darkness and light. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, he was oblivious to how long he would say… he didn’t care. She was living again, she was happy… whether she was with him or not, she was thriving. She finally got that chance to enjoy her youth. To find someone who loved her deeply, laugh, love, live, and… move on without him. She might not even know what became of him. When that light descended, when the darkness was obliterated, when the remnants of that final battle were swept away… when everything was set right.

    How he had made a silent vow to the Gods, how he had paid his own price to give her a life once more.

    She may not know… but he loves her. Always and forever. And he would wait, he would live out this imprisonment until the Gods relish their holy pity on him… When he could finally hold her in his arms again. When he could carry her throughout the world. Where he could lift her up to the highest pinnacle, where she belonged to stay forever… When he could finally smell that mixture of scents that defined only her spirit and her spirit alone.

    Until that point… He would drift between worlds… continuing to dream of her. The woman who saved the world without the world even knowing it…

    Are you goin’ to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
    Remember me to one who lives there…

    …She was once a true love of mine.