The moon shone so brightly
on the rose gardens
their fragrance
spiced the night
the night was calm
and the wind was balm
for the spirit,
for the soul
He stood so still
Waiting so silently
And there on the sill
She stood
A Glena in the midnight
Crowned in white
From the light
Of the moon
His palms kissed each other
In supplication
In prayer
so that he might turn around
And find her standing there
Clothed in the shadows
Of the roses, she saw his silhouette
A dark Glena
That shimmered in the
Night
Glowing with an
Internal light
She saw him there
Saw his prayer
With a slight nod
Of her copper head
She answered, yes.
In a blink
She was gone.
They met
Touched
And explored
But from the depths
Of the shadows
Another watched
And waited.
His heart grew cold
With love unrequited
To see these lovers
Once again united
And so he plotted
And he planned
To take these lovers' lives
Into his own hands
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Avenger's Pathe
FantasiSuilai F'haren knows nothing which goes on beyond the peaks of The Eye and is perfectly content to leave it be. Skilled in the arts of combat and magic, there are not many (she thinks) which can compare to her skill. Until, one autumn morning she e...
