AlchemistDammed's work of wonder...14:05 Dec 05 2006
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I am able to share ( after begging him :) this piece of work by AlchemistDammed, here on the Rave.
I love his work, and this is one of the best pieces I have ever read. So very glad he let me share it with you.
Grove #1 - True Love.
The sun rises and the sun sets, seasons pass and
come again, lovers love and bonds grow deeper.
The valley breathed and sighed as each year passed,
one breath for each, a never ending cycle.
From high in the mountains the air swirled down into
the valley carrying its first cool arctic breeze.
As if the winter sprites had begun to waken, the
wind danced and played with the trees.
The branches of the large oaks swayed a gentle
waltz, shaking off their fading coats.
The rushing river drank the chill from the air slowing
just a bit as it traveled its course, destiny waiting.
A carriage parked on the valleys edged, two fare
maidens stepped out greeting the season.
High up on his perch an eagle took flight circling over
head inspecting his grove, spotting his guests.
The two lovers ventured down a hidden path, hand
in hand, mind in mind, enjoying the morning air.
The valley floor opened to them and the great oaks
welcomed them raining down soft gentle kisses.
The lovers embraced at the rivers edge, lip to lip,
heart to heart, their bare souls meeting as one.
Tender blessings exchanged from each of their lips
caressing each others natural beauty.
Their soft loving hands glided over each others
breasts making confessions of the deepest truths.
Their bodies entwine as one, their mutual pleasure
rang forth echoing through the valley.
The afternoon sun greeted the lovers; they looked
up smiling at an eagle flying high over head.
Across the river, two cubs played, their brown fur
glittering in the sun; the mother roared a greeting.
From up stream two water sprites played, chasing
dragonflies across the waters surface.
Next to the maidens three small squirrels
approached offering to share their winters hoard.
The sun rises and the sun sets, seasons pass and
come again, lovers love and bonds grow deeper.
The valley welcomed its guests each year they
returned, two fare lovers given a magical home.
With each visit the eagle flew over head, the lovers
smiled and bowed their heads greeting their host.
Years have passed sense they first started to arrive
but like the seasons they always returned a new.
Hand in hand the lovers passed into the Valley, older
now, with a more elegant and mature beauty.
The valley floor sensed something different, they
walked apart, bitter words swirled around them.
The grand oaks stayed quite in the wind, the sprites
kept their distance, the eagle let out no calls.
The river slowed as the maidens approached,
desperately trying to hear their words.
The eagle up high cried out a warning, an intruder
approached, a dark knight was at his groves edge.
Brambles grew up, mist quickly formed, the knight
was pushed back, no welcome was given.
A dreadful cry struck the air, one fare maiden was on
her knees with out stretched arms, pleading.
The other walked away quickly, sorrow in her eyes
to join the knight and strolled away on his horse.
The day turned into night and was greeted by
hollowed screams and heart wrenching fright.
The loan maiden sprawled on the bedrock her
natural beauty hidden from site once more.
Her cries never ceasing, darkness composed onto
her face and storms formed in her eyes.
Silence hit the air, the maiden sat with a stare, the river’s
mist embraced her sorrow, she slowly moved.
The eagle took flight once again, desperation in his
his cry; the fare maiden ignored his song.
She once again embraced the valley with her natural
beauty, knelt at the waters edge and touched her reflection.
With storm filled eyes she welcomed the darkness. Silently,
with drawn blade in her other hand she touched her heart.
The river caught her collapsing form, the night air
caught her last breath, the Valley stood silent, the
river turned red.
The sun rises and the sun sets, seasons pass and
come again, lovers love and bonds grow deeper.
The valley welcomed its loan guest, a visitor once
forgotten, a magical home once abandon.
The valley floor sensed sorrow and grief, the grand
oaks looked on worried and in disbelief.
The eagle flew and spotted his guest, battered and
torn this once fare maiden had lost her beautify.
With twirling motions of shattered hope the maiden
spun and danced, searching around in desperation.
She collapsed at the waters edge looking around, the
valley had not changed, its beauty remained and
the eagle still flew over head.
Slightly down river she spotted a small hill and a
small tree growing at the waters edge.
On hands and knees she crawled, sacrificing comfort
and offering tears of sorrow to the earth.
She embraced the earth at the base of the young
tree, her heart began to find its answers.
She looked down into the water seeing her
reflection. Broken shoulder from countless falls and
bruised eyes from darker and sleepless times.
The once fare maiden looked away, the ground
welcoming her tears. The water began to stir as a
spirit woke from its long slumber.
The battered maiden felt the earth move below and
the water revealed what she was pleading for.
High over head the eagle flew looking on with
curious eyes. The valley floor granted his
demand and remained silent.
The water swirled to life as hope drifted into the air
and old passions once again began to stir.
Her tears continued to flow forth, her pleadings
never ceased. She spoke solemn words reinvoking
forgotten promises.
The earth trembled once more at the base of the
tree and she removed a gift from its roots.
The wind caught a chill and carried it down to the
waters edge, the valley shivered but stayed silent.
The battered maiden continued her chant and
revealed her natural beauty to the valley.
The oaks stirred over head letting lose gentle kisses
the maiden knelt and touched the waters edge.
With one silent motion the blade touched her heart
the maiden welcomed her forgiveness. The river
caught her falling form turning red once again.
The sun rises and the sun sets, seasons pass and
come again, lovers love and bonds grow deeper.
The valley breathed and sighed as each year passed
one breath for each, a never ending cycle.
From high above the eagle swooped down teasing
the air sprits that danced with him.
Below him, at the rivers edge, two beautiful trees
had grown up together entwining themselves as one.
Copyright: AD 2006
Revised and Edited: Version 3
See- told you it was good... :)
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