There's this story, a myth my papa once told me while I was on his knee, telling me why it is not good to be envious. Thus, the story was about Envy and Hatred.
Envy cannot bear the Loves, for while she is plain and small, they loom large and are beautiful. While she cries in despair, they rejoice, for they do not know her. Then Hatred, with his conniving ways and cruelty, came to offer Envy help, for he foresaw much profit in store for himself. He taught Envy how to feed upon her rage, her feelings and become strong and very beautiful.
Envy, not knowing the danger of which her course set her upon, falls in love with Hatred's dark dance of violent passion everytime she has her beauty. Hatred delights in this, for he feeds on dangerous aura. And so it happens every time a human falls to the clutches of harsh unforgiving Envy.
Comes a day when Envy will be befelled upon her the consequences of courting the disastrous ways of Hatred. Crying, she'll watch as Hatred walks away to seek another to draw power from. She looks at herself and sees how plain she has become, no longer the proud, powerful beauty she was. Everywhere she goes must she seek a mortal shunted away and feeds upon the jealous rage within until she once again grows beautiful and then will Hatred return to ask for her hand in the Passion Dance.
Alas, humans what they are, the dance between Hatred and Envy cannot last forever, for mortals will let their emotions slip once the beat of the dance becomes too fast and too intense to continue, causing Envy to slip and fall, halting the dance. When the dance stops, Hatred sneeringly snatches his hand away, leaving Envy with his glove. In her search to regain her beauty, she keeps her glove, hoping that someday will Hatred return to dance with her, forever.
So beware Envy and her despair, for in her perpetual suffering will you fall.
© Elysia N. Fields