I saw her standing there one night on top of that hill, her beautiful shape illuminated by the stars and moon, all pale with jealousy of her. I was mesmerized by her long flowing hair the color of pure silver and eyes like clear sapphires, displaying a deep loneliness and regret for some task yet undone, some lover yet unfound. She said nothing to me as her richly colored robes flowed in the wind, her hand softly stroking the fur of the silver-white wolf standing next to her. I took a step forward to see what this thing of beauty was before me, but the wind blew and took her away from me, deciding her loveliness too great a thing for human eyes.
 JediNikinaK · Thu Jan 01, 2009 @ 05:49pm · 0 Comments |
