Murder/Suicide, Lady of the Moon

Oct 23, 2009 15:15

There is now a version of the Lady of the Moon tale that I'm sure is new, I love reading stories such as these, to find the difference, and I've been reading since I was 4, and I don't remember this, the one where Being Like Eve, the Lady of the Moon peeked at the immortality pill against her husband's orders, swallowed it by accident, and flew to heavens because her husband was too soft-hearted to shoot her down...

The version I'm familiar with, the husband was a tyrant, and the people would suffer forever if he was to gain immortality. In one, from that, the wife stole his means to immortality, or, she eventually, gave him a false means to immortality. He made her taste it first, and then he took it when she didn't die, but she died a delayed death, and was lifted to the moon. The other one I also haven't heard of before, involves her tricking her husband into drinking poison.

...but I think the one with the Copycat Eve was likely a very new one written with patronizing intent, since, that the husband was a tyrant, is fitting considering how he was in the prequel to the story about the Lady of the Moon. There were ten sons of heaven, ten suns, there were suppose to take turns crossing the skies, and when they all gathered at once, The Archer was ordered to scare them into scattering, but the Archer was so mad, that he shot down all the suns but one. In some version, he shot down all the suns but two, and one of them, so frightened, it became the moon.

Fairytales and Folklores have long been used to pass on and hide in plainsight, subtle lessons. I think the one about the Lady of the Moon was actually either based on an actual event where the woman killed her tyrant of a husband, or it's a morality tale instructing the wife that it's her duty.

I think, the man killed the woman, after she had ruined him, or she dealt him a deathly bow but was too soft hearted to walk away from HIM...and the grateful people remember her in fairytales.

How about;

Moon is a mirror of the sun
In which there lived a woman
She lived forever
But that was past

Threaded with red strings
Her lover pulled her down
Wide staring heart
Dried and silent

stories about women

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