A forest at the break of day
Leaves of
gold and blood sparkling
Dew
covering every inch of greens
A lone man
walks the dirt
Barefooted
He wanders,
but sees not
The rays
rising through blind him no longer
His deep
blue and grey irises have extinguished
“Hide” is
in his name, and in the heart of nature
He
disappears and slumbers
Droplets
keep on falling delicately
Over a
maiden’s ivory visage,
Wise eyes of
pine green and golden hair
Tangled
with her tears, and she fears
Lost once
more, she is
“Worry not,
believe,” she attempts
As voices
in her mind resonate deeper
With
greater echo, they invade
Not even
the forest’s whispers can
Calm her shattering
soul
A stray elven
princess
Of an
everlasting kingdom
She fled
the walls, the stones
As her
heart was seeking
Wilderness
An
encounter of a rare coincidence
She falls
onto a sleeping body
Caught by
her despair, she had not observed
The lone
mage napping lightly
Head against
a century old tree
“Oh, my
apologies, I did not mean to
Awake your
eyes, pardon me, Sir…”
Says she, flushed
and rushed
Breaking the
silence of dawn
Of a crystalline
sound
Surprised,
his heart skips
But none of
his reflexes fail
In a matter
of seconds, his staff brandished
Calculated trajectory
Angled
perfectly
A worried
shriek warns him
His manners
are gone, and of shame, replies
“This is no
way to greet a lady,
I beg your
pardon, Miss…?”
A soft and
shy mumble answers his request
The maiden’s
name has such a ring
The mage
was speechless
He could not
see her loveliness
But, maybe,
could he feel…?
Wavering
hands approached rosy cheeks
Slowly, he
pictures her traits
Colourless,
but emotion-filled
Soft as
silk, warm as daylight
What could
bring such a beauty to these woods?
“Lost?”
He risks
“I must
admit… I am astray.”
She cries,
flowing with anguish anew
Skies
emptying increasingly above them
The morning
storm is on way
“Please do
not fear, milady.”
He stretches
a pale hand
An silly
invite, she may reject him
Rain
showers play their melodies
“Shall we
dance?”
Jiliade •
January 10, 2018
Strange... x3
ReplyDeleteThe little critic in me goes "Oh, look, she trips over a complete stranger, a blind one at that, in the middle of the wilderness! WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!"
I do enjoy this writing though. At first I was trying to sing it aloud. XD It actually works pretty well regardless of a lack of rhyme.
Spotted only one error: "his reflexes fails" should be "his reflexes fail". And I hope he's touching the right cheeks! <.< ... else, he might pick up on the wrong 'traits'.
joking aside, lovely. x3 Please continue. Skip ahead a bit. What is their next scene?