She came, bold as the night sky and luminous as the moonlight sea.
For many nights did I but find none other then to write and walk and sing and bring to mind the beauty of a maidens shore and nestled in the forest deep to mingle in my mind the finest kind of mystery blind and bold and fearing not.
Truth based fiction...
Once there was a maiden who lived in a fortress of wood and stone. The fortress stood on a knoll partly surrounded by giant trees and weeping willows. The maiden was far content to remain in the comfort of her fortress and rarely was she seen outside its sturdy gates. She was in the company of her own flesh and blood and from time to time they strolled through the meadow green to the rivers edge.
One day the maiden felt less than merry within the stony walls and her countenance was low. She pondered on all she read from the books that lined her walls and sat by her bed. Just then a ray of light shot through a space in the stone. She stood and shielded her eyes from the piercing light. The ray caught hold of the corners of a piece of twisted vine that was sitting near her bed. She circled the room and came near to a basin filled with still blue water. She leaned down and placed her hand in the coolness. Lifting a small amount to her mouth she breathed it in like life itself as she looked over her shoulder to see the bright unchanging ray of glowing light. As she turned to place her hands again in the gleaming water she noticed the light as it hit the wall beyond the wood. Coming near to that place she followed the outlines of light on the wall. She looked at the ancient vine and once again remembered that which made her bring it in from the waters edge. It looked as though it had been carved but not by knife or stone but by the shimmering river itself. The memory flooded back...
Kneeling by the shore, she placed her hand in the soft sand and felt the curve and shape of vine. Washing it in the cool flow, she held it in her hands and closed her eyes and mysteriously felt more content then all the days inside the thick fortress walls.
She traced the outlines of the light as it separated from shadow. l..o..v..e...
The word flowed from her lips as the ray of light slipped back through the stone. She ran to the wall and placed her hand across the gap in stone. Warmth seemed to radiate through her hand. She placed her cheek against the stone and looked across to see the twisted vine. It was love...
Is there a love that pursues with thundering hooves and strides of spirit?
Will she ride with passion and kindness and in humility display her striking beauty? Is she fair and is she warm?
With honor she reaches her love, her deepest friend, her kindest comrade.
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