the nights grow weary on a this desolate plateau
the way is lost and so is the traveller's mind..
he searches onwards with caution controlling each step of his..
a full moon tonight...
he looks up to see pale blue rays piercing the otherwise pitch black canopy..
a step..
he looks around ..
searching desperately to see who or what else would be sharing this lonely night brisk walk with him..
a woman..
skin of ivory hue, threading effortlessly towards our traveller.
he holds up his double barrelled shot gun and demands identification..
it is at this point she looks at his..
moonstruck eyes glistening as it reflect a faint stray glitter from a tiny fading star...
she rushes to him
throws down his weapon..
and for once he let's his guard down.
her lips so sweet it seemed stain with cherries..
like polished ebony her eyes glare into his...
as she whispers " are you afraid of me?"
"oh no.. i am many things" said the traveller " but not afraid... no fear of death.. and certainly .. no fear for you"
"then take me now.."......
she holds him closer
their kissing have since become more intense.
the traveller forgets himself.. who he was...
as they lay to the soft earth...
soft cries as if the forest herself had been watching the couple..
now as his vision blurs out.. he falls into a deep sleep...
<< to be continued>>
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