That was so awesome, I can't believe how utterly drawn I am to this story! You really really need to type more! Please don't keep us in suspense for too long. :sorcerer:

I don't know. I'm awful with titles. I'll have to think about it a little more . . .


Can't wait for the next post! The suspense is killing me!
*dies*

Thanks for waiting guys, and glad you like it...

Maybe it doesn't need a title...it would certainly seem funny naming it after all this time.

As her tailors create a dress of white
Bedecked with jewels, a lovely sight
The maiden sits in fear.

The suitor is handsome, yes indeed
The maiden has 200 purebred steeds
For dowry, a fine match

But the maiden cannot find the words to say
He is not the one, her heart decays
Where is the faery man at?

Yes...where indeed... :whisle:

It's been quite a while since I've written anything, and unfortunaltely, I don't have it with me today. I shall have to rely on memory.

The night before the dedication
To the suitor forever; then the celebration
The maiden lies awake

Thinking of the man she was to name
Her husband, owner, lover all the same
His love is fake.

Looking out the window, she is surprised
To see slowly the moon rise
For the moon is new

She climbs out the window in the moonlight
And spies a horse that is pure white
Its hooves wet with dew.

Sensing the faery is somewhere around
She gets on the horse, hair unbound
And picks up the reins.

She hears him get on the horse behind
The steed runs like the love in her mind
Blood pulses thru

Wow, it's a really nice narrative. I love it.

lol, thanks!

Blood pulses through her veins.