Then Nothing (A Faery's Tale)

alone, perhaps, in the quiet wood frogs croak under hidden oak leaves the song so soothing...she's at peace realm of reality creeping away her peach soft skin, golden mane delicately frame her beautiful body she reaches to pluck an overripe plum from the tree so high above   ::pauses:: "What's that? Whose there?" the gypsy girl wonders aloud... ...strangest noise fills the forest anxiety bears beads of perspiration.. ..a momentary lapse then....nothing she continues on in her wandering so peaceful....absolute serenity ::crunch...snap:: a twig bends..breaks again she pauses, this wonderful faery to contemplate her apparent company "Should I stay? Shall I leave?" eventually the echo fades then...nothing walking along...new found calm she stumbles...constantly aware this unknown presence fills the aura magic has been broken.. ...magician has lost his charm yet, she again allows sensual air to grow in her heart...her soul a brush of dead, cold wind sweeps past.. ...this lace laden nymph suddenly she falls to the flower bed trickle of crimson flowing from her throat dying as she searches for her unseen assassin then....nothing Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 11:16 AM PST, Nichole   0 • 10