IseQween@aol.com
January 2001
The following is derived from a pivotal scene in the sixth season's HEART OF DARKNESS and makes references to several preceding eps. My thanks to Cousin Liz for her design, as well as for formatting/editing the italicized sections in a way that enhanced the "feel" of my words.
I
I rise
Leaving my goblet in Lucifer's hands
Glide through the celebrants
Who give me space
I fill it
Center it
Smoldering
Shimmering
Radiant in black
I am fire and brimstone
Need and desire
My flame boils blood
Draws and heats flesh
Consumes
They shiver in ecstasy
Or perhaps from a chill in their charred remains
I am their angel
Fallen
Ascending
Their breath caught in between with mine
I turn and reach out
Needing something
Desiring someone
Her
I should be afraid
Something is wrong with me
She rises
Closing the distance between us
Places herself in my hands
And so we dance
I turn and reach out again
Needing something
Desiring someone
Him
I am not afraid
He is nothing compared to me
To her
Just another vessel for evil
I will toss with all the rest
He rises
Thinking to close the distance between us
Gives himself to my hands
I have danced with the devil before
I am his first
If my lead is right
I will also be his last
II
S he rises
Leaving her goblet in Lucifer's hands
Glides through the celebrants
Who give her space
She fills it
Centers it
Smoldering
Shimmering
Radiant in black
I didnít know what to call her that first time, when she appeared in white for no other apparent reason than to save me. Sheíd stripped herself of her dark leathers, buried her weapons, fallen so low she no longer wanted to be herself. She rose to stop them from beating me for my innocent defiance and bravado. Our eyes met, the distraction nearly costing her life even then. Like the phoenix, she rose again, now twirling her weapons surely and with a smile to the thrill of her battle cry. Iíd seen in her more than the vulnerable peasant the slavers mistook her for, even before she waded into them and made them quake at her name. She was mystery, passion, courage, and power. Just what Iíd been waiting for.
My folks said she was dangerous. She said she was dangerous. Her own mother said she was dangerous. It never occurred to me to be afraid, to worry if something might be wrong with me for wanting to follow her in her darkness. I too was lost, yet only I could see the light in her that would help me find myself.
S he is fire and brimstone
Need and desire
Her flame boils blood
Draws and heats flesh
Consumes
We shiver in ecstasy
Or perhaps from a chill in our charred remains
She was smart and fun, had conquered places I could only imagine. She taught me how to move in the world, in my own way, at my own pace. I believed she knew everything, could do anything. I was right about that, though not always in the way Iíd hoped. I learned she could speak the language of death in many tongues. Watched her bask in the glory of men sheíd saved from defeat one minute, only to die proudly at her command the next. Saw her ax an enemy in the back. Go from midwife to murderer in the blink of my childís eye. She punished me more cruelly than any warlord could and for the same innocent defiance that had brought us together. All for the sake of the greater good, in the name of love. She scared me sometimes. I began to question which one of us might be wrong.
S he is our angel
Fallen
Ascending
Our breath caught in between with hers
I realized she too was scared - not only of what sheíd seen in herself, but of what sheíd seen in me, in our being together. She'd led me to growth and joy, but I stumbled on the violence and disillusionment she'd tried so hard to steer me from.. She decided to follow my lead for a change, though I wasnít sure where I was going either. She did finally find her way, like me back in our beginning outside Poteidaia and at what we thought would be our end. When our spirits joined above those Roman crosses in apparent eternal glory, I didnít worry anymore about being afraid or wrong. I believed weíd already died and gone to Heaven.
S he turns and reaches out
Needing something
Desiring someone
Me
People always thought I didnít know enough to be afraid, that I was too good to worry about what might have gotten into me. Some counted on it. Callisto, Krafstar, Dahak, Hope, Najara, Aiden, Takata, Alti, Ares. I learned what it was like to be seduced by my own desires, experience the dark power of demons and gods, feel true evil slithering around inside me, taste someone elseís blood.
Was I simply the hapless victim of their wickedness, of my innocence? Did I open the door with my passion for knowledge? My envy of Lao Ma? My arrogant certainty about Hope? The wrath I felt toward Callisto and those Roman guards who tried to kill Xena? Were such sins the seeds of those horns I sprouted in Hell, of the rotten fruit forced into and from me? Whatever, at least I stopped worrying so much about being better than Xena.
I should be afraid
Something is wrong with me
I have learned so many names for good and evil, yet I still didnít know what to call her. I donít know what to call myself. That black snakeskin she wore should have been a tip-off, but I didnít pay any more attention to it than I did to her outward appearance all those winters ago. I knew only that for once she was inviting me in, beckoning me follow her lead to a place sheíd tried to leave behind and never meant me to see, let alone step into. She was finally letting me experience the magnitude of what she was capable of, which she had refused because of me. I was the one person she could let near it. The one person who loved her enough to dismiss it in the past. Who might even now resist the spell sheíd cast over everyone else. If she wasnít good enough for me, why should Lucifer want her?
I rise
Closing the distance between us
She has never seemed more vulnerable to me than she does now, not even when she lay like a broken child that awful day she freed Eli. But I am not nearly as afraid of losing her as I had been then, when I struck out wildly in my desperation to defend her. I am more aware of what I am capable of, of the power I have in choosing to be with her, of the good possibility that it is a choice I will exercise in many lives. Whatever either of us has to do or become, she would always be what Iíd wanted, what Iíd waited, fought and died for. My hope. I reach out, needing something, desiring someone.
I place myself in her hands
I feel a plea rather than a command in the black-gloved fingers that caress my cheek. They gently turn my head so I can face her, just as I had helped her face me in Caesarís prison when sheíd awakened hoping it was I who held her, afraid Iíd succumbed to the darkness Iíd unleashed to save us. I see in her eyes what sheíd seen in mine - love, trust, serenity. Confidence that everything would be all right as long as we were. Our souls defined each otherís world. "Relax," Iíd told her just before our crucifixion, and she did. Now I do the same. I lean in relief against the darkness. Touch it, play with it, embrace it, not worrying if she will be all right, reassured that whatever might be wrong with me is good enough for her.
A nd so we dance
It was intoxicating. Liberating. Raw, sensuous, mindless pleasure. No restraints, no agonizing over tiny degrees of separation between a good day and a bad one. No regrets, no guilt, no blame or shame. No wonder Xena fights so hard against this. And she keeps on doing so to be with me? Wants Lucifer to reign so she can continue a flawed mortal constantly struggling against it? Good thing I know Xena is no fool.
S he turns and reaches out again
Needing something
Desiring someone
Him
She is not afraid
He is nothing compared to her
To me
Just another vessel for evil she will toss with all the rest
I could say my own judgment was compromised by that green vapor emanating from Hellís portal. That Xena made me do it. But it wouldnít be true. I loved and accepted all of Xena, not just her potential for good, but her intimate acquaintance with evil. Otherwise she wouldnít have needed me, nor I her. I believe itís my own darkness Iíve been afraid of, worried that I would relax into it and become the monster Xena subdued inside herself. But Iíve witnessed how the small, moment-to-moment advances sheís made have taken her farther beyond anything I dreamed. The light I helped stoke within her is bright enough now to ward off demons in us both.
H e rises
Thinking to close the distance between them
Gives himself to her hands
She has danced with the devil before
She is his first
If her lead is right
She will also be his last
No one knows better than Xena how to play with fire - the ecstasy, the agony, the consummation. Like Michael said, like she said, she is ultimately dangerous that way. Yet she rose above this ultimate temptation on the wings of light we share. Her faith - in herself, in me - saved us this day from Hell on earth. Maybe we should have been more worried about that darkness throbbing in our hearts. To tell the truth, I canít recall a time we loved each other more.
III
W e have been angels
Fallen
Ascending
Our breath caught in between
We turn and reach out
Needing something
Desiring someone
What is this radiance that draws
Burns and comforts us so?
It has so many names
I know only that I have danced with the devil
And found grace in my partnerís form.
