The glade was quite. The minuscule stars above hung like a curtain around
the pale
crescent moon. A figure appears in the clearing pacing back and forth by
the tiny crystal
clear stream that lazily wound its way through the centre to the edge of
the trees. The
whole world seemed to hold it breath as a shadow silently slips into the
glade. The figure
by the water stops its restless movement. The shadow steps into the light
to reveal a
young girl of nineteen. The figure by the stream, a boy of the same age,
smiles warmly.
They move towards each other a chill wind blows, the girl feels a tingle
that tells her his
using his magic. He smiles, love for her in his dark eyes, and points up.
She looks up to
see a rose appear in the heart of the now full moon. She looks away her
eyes full of love
and her heart with anguish. Her lovely eyes filling with a sea of tears,
she reaches out to
embrace him. His arms extend to meet hers...
They never touch. Before she can reach those strong, safe arms, they
vanish. The glade empty again seems to weep for the lovers. Their ghosts
will continue to meet every night forever. Never allowed to touch.
~ Sniff, sniff. I forgot I had even written this, that and how sad it is.
It to all those that have loved and lost. Plz R&R and let me know what you
think. ~
