by Karen Collins

Created on: May 07, 2008   Last Updated: September 21, 2011

The Lady of Light and Dark

The sun sent a shimmering carpet of muted light through the forest, its glow warm and peaceful. He stood leaning against a tree, the sun warm on his face. He felt the calm and peace wash over him relieving the tension from his body, he heard her before he saw her.

She moved through the forest alone and content, the Lady of the light. Her robe leaving a trail of movement as leaves fluttered and fall slowly back to the forest floor. Singing softly as she wandered, touching trees gently as she passed, he watched mesmerised by her beauty and grace. He can smell her perfume as she passes by him, and his heart soars with a love so strong. His eyes take in her every movement; he slowly follows as she draws him to her. As he watches, the forest envelopes his senses and taking a step forward he disturbs the tranquillize as birds rise in a flurry of noise that echoes around the forest as they fly away.

She stops and turns, glancing around her with a nervous smile then as if in relief she laughs out loud as she watches the birds flying up into the trees. Hardly daring to breathe he stands hidden as the forest slips back into a haven of peace. She resumes her walking though with her senses alert as if sensing that he was following her. He follows as he can do nothing else as she has hold of him tight in her spell.

They move slowly on through ancient paths that have not changed with time. She loves the forest and feels at peace and as she draws him closer he can feel his senses whirl with emotions and feelings that capture his very heart and soul.

She enters a clearing and whirls around with happiness her hands held high in the air embracing all in her world. This is her place and takes it in with joy. Her oak tree strong and proud with boughs of laden foliage that shelter her as she sits. The mossy ground with faerie rings, the small stream trickling gently. He watches hidden on the edge of the clearing, the light summer breeze caressing their skin, the sun warm and the gentle whispering of the wood.

Time stands still as she sits her face raised in homage to the goddess, he can hardly breathe as he watches her every move, this maiden so beautiful and so pure.

The sun dips and she moves over to the oak, glancing around with a playful smile on her lovely face. She slowly and sensuously removes her robe; it falls slowly, moving down her perfect body like a silken river, stroking each contour before falling in a silken puddle on the forest floor.

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