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Created on: November 15, 2008
Once upon a moonlit night as I was walking in the park. I chanced to come upon an old gypsy women who was sitting in the dark. She reached up and grabbed me by the arm but in a very gentle way not meaning me any harm.
She asked me if I wanted her to tell me how my future would unfold. She said, "I can tell you many things" for I am as wise as I am old.
At first I was leery but the temptation won me over in the end so I sat down next to her and offered up my hand.
She started talking to me right away I see you are a loner, you've always been alone. But that is about to change. Soon you will meet another who will melt your heart of stone.
I tried to pull my hand away but she wouldn't let it go. I see you have always been very wealthy and your experiences have made you wise but soon you will be longing for that which you most despise.
I stood up and turned away as if I did not hear. As I turned back to question her she had already disappeared.
As I walked along kind of shaken up at the thought she had put into my mind. I could swear I heard footsteps coming up from behind. Then something in the distance glowing white in the moonlight caught my eye.
As I grew closer I saw it was a beautiful girl, the many layers of her dress floated in the air as she twirled with her arms reaching up to the sky. She was singing to the moon as gypsy's often do. My heart beat began to quicken, I wasn't sure what to do.
As soon as she noticed me she began to twirl much faster, my head started spinning, I knew in a moment my heart was heading for disaster. I tried to fight it but I couldn't seem to concentrate, then I felt someone shake my shoulders, it was the icy cold hand of fate.
No matter how I tried to fight it or believe it wasn't true the gypsy in the moonlight was who I was attracted to. She was designed so beautifully in her velvet and her lace. The softness of her skin as she brushed against my face. I fell to my knees not knowing what to do. Then with a heavenly voice she whispered in my ear, if you want me here's what you must do.
Gather up all your riches and bring them to our camp. Offer them to the gypsy king and ask him for my hand. Then we can be together to freely wonder all the land.
I went to see the king so regal sitting on his throne. It was like I couldn't fight it, I gave them everything I owned. Her beauty was so intoxicating and the smell of her perfume, it lifted me in the air and led me to my appending doom.
She took me by my hand after the king had granted my request. She led me away to her tent. I could barely catch my breath as she began to get undressed.
One by one her layers of velvet and lace began to fall away just like they often do when loves first kiss pierces through your heart and there's nothing you can do. I grew anxious with anticipation as her slender silhouette danced for me by the firelight it was then she offered me up a drink to protect me from the night.
I drank it up without question, it's funny how love can make us so trusting and so blind. All I could think about was her perfect body moving in towards mine, her hands touched my skin. If only I had an idea of what trouble I was in.
The next thing I remember is when I woke up in the morning, lying here naked on the ground. I swear that's what happened officer. He just smiled and said, "I see no sign of a gypsy camp anywhere around."
It's true that they had gone along with all my riches, how could Iv' e been such a sucker to fall uder the spells of gypsy witches.
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