Post by KG on Jul 4, 2006 2:40:47 GMT -5
Posted by Gary
Over the windy moors he flew with his cape fluttering in the breeze. His faithful steed raced so smoothly that his hooves never touched the earth save a faint footfall on rare occasion. The wind whipped horse and rider as they neared the castle wall. Alone the gallant knight rode silently to the castle gate. The gate opened oh so quietly as softly he dismounted, and entered on a more gentle breeze.
He was well received once entered as his lady, sought to embrace him. Only then did he take his leave to quiet quarters private, to explore the beauty of a lass his heart held as sacred. He bowed before her, and then knelt unsure of how to worship her. Her heart was open and laid bare to his adoration. Yet he felt unworthy to be within her presence, as she reached for him. She carefully removed his helm, and gently then passionately bestowed him with her fervent kisses. His heart was pure but her desire was strong, and thus she laid him down. Her caresses were as gold to him, and he could not withstand her temptations. He feared to move, under her hand, and yet she drew him nearer.
Great passion filled her being, and he could in no way resist her as she stroked him so affectionately, and he had no heart to avoid what he desired more than any treasure or crown. Yet he knew this was not right. Her hand belonged to his lord, yet her heart was his alone. For her it was right, but for him it must be wrong. If caught like this they would both die, but he couldn’t resist her love. Yet how could he risk his lady’s life like that, though he risked his own for her daily without a thought.
No lord he fought for, only his lady, and she was his banner and his only cause. He shuddered as he thought of their lord, a hideous man, scarcely human, yet to him belonged this woman by law, and parental arrangement. She loved only her knight, and as if she knew his though she whispered. “Do not think of him, for I cannot bear to. It is you I love, and him I hate. Yet I have to pretend at this charade, but only in public. He knows I detest the sight of him, and yet I give what he has been promised… but that and nothing more. He cannot have my heart for it was yours from the dawn of time. My body was sold as the slave that I am, from my father’s house, to this ogre. But you are my beloved one and my heart and soul are yours alone.”
“Your soul, but what of God!” I protested, but she soothed my brow and said “God must understand that my love is thine alone. Else why would he have made me this way? Yet if I must endure both death and hell to have you then so be it.”
“So be it” whispered the knight, as he embraced his lady.
Over the windy moors he flew with his cape fluttering in the breeze. His faithful steed raced so smoothly that his hooves never touched the earth save a faint footfall on rare occasion. The wind whipped horse and rider as they neared the castle wall. Alone the gallant knight rode silently to the castle gate. The gate opened oh so quietly as softly he dismounted, and entered on a more gentle breeze.
He was well received once entered as his lady, sought to embrace him. Only then did he take his leave to quiet quarters private, to explore the beauty of a lass his heart held as sacred. He bowed before her, and then knelt unsure of how to worship her. Her heart was open and laid bare to his adoration. Yet he felt unworthy to be within her presence, as she reached for him. She carefully removed his helm, and gently then passionately bestowed him with her fervent kisses. His heart was pure but her desire was strong, and thus she laid him down. Her caresses were as gold to him, and he could not withstand her temptations. He feared to move, under her hand, and yet she drew him nearer.
Great passion filled her being, and he could in no way resist her as she stroked him so affectionately, and he had no heart to avoid what he desired more than any treasure or crown. Yet he knew this was not right. Her hand belonged to his lord, yet her heart was his alone. For her it was right, but for him it must be wrong. If caught like this they would both die, but he couldn’t resist her love. Yet how could he risk his lady’s life like that, though he risked his own for her daily without a thought.
No lord he fought for, only his lady, and she was his banner and his only cause. He shuddered as he thought of their lord, a hideous man, scarcely human, yet to him belonged this woman by law, and parental arrangement. She loved only her knight, and as if she knew his though she whispered. “Do not think of him, for I cannot bear to. It is you I love, and him I hate. Yet I have to pretend at this charade, but only in public. He knows I detest the sight of him, and yet I give what he has been promised… but that and nothing more. He cannot have my heart for it was yours from the dawn of time. My body was sold as the slave that I am, from my father’s house, to this ogre. But you are my beloved one and my heart and soul are yours alone.”
“Your soul, but what of God!” I protested, but she soothed my brow and said “God must understand that my love is thine alone. Else why would he have made me this way? Yet if I must endure both death and hell to have you then so be it.”
“So be it” whispered the knight, as he embraced his lady.