His PromiseHis PromiseHis Promise by social-shut-in
I was in my little village tending to my garden
When he rode up on a horse, so perfectly white
He was just passing through to stay at our village of Arden
I had never seen a man who took my breath away.
He took one look at me and I could see
He felt the same way towards me
And he whispered these words in my ear
"Meet me in the shade of the river willow tree."
I met my knight that evening dark
He promised to take me away
Away to live together far to the horizon
"I will take you in the month of May."
As he rode off on a horse, so perfectly white
One day, I knew, he would return to me
As everyday I remembered his promise
To take me away in the month of May.
The month of May was halfway over
Yet, I waited everyday for the return of my lover
Trusting his promise
That he will come back to me
To be in his arms again.
And two years later
I see a far off white horse appear
With a rider trying to go a fast as he can
As he jumped down and picked me up and twirled me around.
UntitledMatthew took Lillian by the hand, “Come on.” He lead her out of the small cottage and across the sparkling field from the dew that had begun to touch the blades of grass. The moon was full and set high above the field and forest - the crescent moon hung still at the horizon - both masses giving off a violet glow to the earth below. It was nearing midnight and Lillian could hear a faint melody in the distance.Untitled by AnimeElf
“Where are we going?” she asked, catching her footing and looking at Matthew, as he pushed a branch away for her to walk past.
“You’ll see,” he smiled at her, his eyes sparkling like the grass beneath them.
She looked at him confused, part of her wanting to go back to the cottage, another part of her reeling to see what he had in-stored for her. As they edged deeper into the forest, a soft glow began to reveal itself between the trees. The closer they got, the louder Lillian could hear the sound of a guitar - a tambourine chimed in after a
Wolf's Rain: A New Beginning Ch. 14Music began to fill the small village as as a feast was being set for the special night. The vardos were pulled to the center of the village adorned with colorful lights and candles and pounds of deer meat was roasting over spits of fire. Had the wolves not been dwelling in the human village, cooking the meat would not have mattered, but to avoid looking any stranger or suspicious to the humans, the meat had to be cooked rather than the wolves just biting into the fresh meat. They were already considered savages to most humans even in their human form. Tsume, Hige, Blue, Toboe and of course Russe were used to eating cooked meat after dwelling several years in the city. It had taken awhile, especially for Toboe and Blue to get used to the tough chewing of raw meat. Hige would eat anything and Tsume just wasn't picky. He would just be thankful he had food. Kiba was used to the tough meat he hunted all his life for and had gagged on the soft meat texture made in the city.Wolf's Rain: A New Beginning Ch. 14 by Mystic-Tir-na-nOg
What was s
Crisis: Chapter 5.Chapter 5. „Mid Winter’s Night”Crisis: Chapter 5. by icey1456
The full moon was high above already sleeping Warfang lit by only few lights. One of greater of those lights was coming from the hospital, which was working around the clock. In her consulting room, there was sitting Tris. Especially for her needs she had been provided a much bigger working place with two rooms; the first one was an ordinary consulting room and the other one, closed behind a solid door, her little alchemy lab when she spent long hours of night duties such as the one she had in that very moment. The night duties were really boring to everyone; there rarely would come any patient when whole the city was sleeping. And so, the doctors who had duties not by patients in the hospital, but in their consulting rooms, very often just sat in the anteroom before their offices and would spend whole hours talking. They weren’t many of them at once, never more than six or seven. And so, after whole fifteen years of such pr
Dew Drops on Roses.The Spirits among the Rose GardenDew Drops on Roses. by Oyasumi-Nasai-Kairu
There once was a question that was asked; I was the child who was doing the
asking, and my grandfather was answering. I asked him why it was that upon the
cold mornings we would see the white roses glow with a ghostly gleam, and why
water would appear upon the pedals. He told me as I am telling you now, for each
rose upon the morning light, glows with the ghosts of the past who come to drink
the eternal waters of peace.
Long ago there were two lovers, a man named Soleil and a woman named Lune. They
had a small home where they lived together alone, amongst their farms and
gardens, but one night Soleil was called to serve in a war, and on his last
night Lune took him out to the deepest part of the garden. There grew her
favorite bushel of white roses, the looked to him and told him that every
morning when the sun would rise, she would sit among these roses, and if he did
not rise with the sun, she would cry for him to return. He promised her that he
|More Journal Entries|