For Every Shadow There is a Light
The moon was full and the stars teased the sky with soft light. The air was brisk and fresh with the smell of autumn, trees glowing with colors of the finest reds and oranges. Leaves would dance with the wind in a sad sway that made the streets busy with the sound of their careful steps. Owls drifted in the air, silent but enchanting to those who spotted its golden watchful eyes.
A sigh escaped from the content lips of a captivated maiden. Her violet eyes taking in all the sights and sounds that ravished her surroundings, her long lashes curled long and youthfully, as unchanged as the immortal beauty of the seasons. Her complexion as fair as the moon’s and glimmered like the forever infatuating stars, her long silky black hair compared only to the endless sea of the midnight heavens above.
She was the mysterious autumn, she was the beautiful winter that was approaching. Her pale pink lips formed an innocent smile of joy that held its peace as the whisper of the wind told her secrets hidden to those who refused to listen.
“Deirdre…” it whispered, “Fair Deirdre…Listen to my ancient knowledge.”
And she did, for hours she would stand and listen to the soft murmurs of the world, as still and breath taking as a stone angel.
She hummed a soft melody to match the rhythm of the calls in the night, a soft melancholy tune that would leave others heartbroken and waiting for more. Her voice was a hushed sound of satin that laced itself into the hearts of many and embedded in them a comfort that only few would experience.
Deirdre was the very essence of night, the beauty and romance that others thought fantasy. She was myth and legend while others were reality. She was the fairy tale with no ending, the center of every mystery.
Deirdre was alone. She was like the solitude of winter, though beautiful and pure, she was empty and cold.
She preferred nature to the company of people. She would talk to the autumn and whisper to the night. She would sing to the winter and laugh with the day. She would rest with the flowers and dance with the swaying trees. She would read to the wind and whistle with the birds.
Deirdre wore clothes that complimented her natural beauty, the dark shade of her hair and the rich color of her eyes. Deep shades of purples made her eyes shine and sparkle with the evening, while the lush blacks made her hair brilliant and ripple like the drops of rain that kissed the ground. Lace and ribbons, velvet and silk all accompanied her many dresses and skirts. Creative patterns and designs that could only be imagined by the most creative of minds.
She was different, but alluring in her odd ways. She was the envy of most women and secretly wanted by most men. Those who were disgusted by her dark ways were lulled in by her kind words.
and there is a preview of my new story that i plan on completing~! hope you liked it and feel free to post your opinions <3
The moon was full and the stars teased the sky with soft light. The air was brisk and fresh with the smell of autumn, trees glowing with colors of the finest reds and oranges. Leaves would dance with the wind in a sad sway that made the streets busy with the sound of their careful steps. Owls drifted in the air, silent but enchanting to those who spotted its golden watchful eyes.
A sigh escaped from the content lips of a captivated maiden. Her violet eyes taking in all the sights and sounds that ravished her surroundings, her long lashes curled long and youthfully, as unchanged as the immortal beauty of the seasons. Her complexion as fair as the moon’s and glimmered like the forever infatuating stars, her long silky black hair compared only to the endless sea of the midnight heavens above.
She was the mysterious autumn, she was the beautiful winter that was approaching. Her pale pink lips formed an innocent smile of joy that held its peace as the whisper of the wind told her secrets hidden to those who refused to listen.
“Deirdre…” it whispered, “Fair Deirdre…Listen to my ancient knowledge.”
And she did, for hours she would stand and listen to the soft murmurs of the world, as still and breath taking as a stone angel.
She hummed a soft melody to match the rhythm of the calls in the night, a soft melancholy tune that would leave others heartbroken and waiting for more. Her voice was a hushed sound of satin that laced itself into the hearts of many and embedded in them a comfort that only few would experience.
Deirdre was the very essence of night, the beauty and romance that others thought fantasy. She was myth and legend while others were reality. She was the fairy tale with no ending, the center of every mystery.
Deirdre was alone. She was like the solitude of winter, though beautiful and pure, she was empty and cold.
She preferred nature to the company of people. She would talk to the autumn and whisper to the night. She would sing to the winter and laugh with the day. She would rest with the flowers and dance with the swaying trees. She would read to the wind and whistle with the birds.
Deirdre wore clothes that complimented her natural beauty, the dark shade of her hair and the rich color of her eyes. Deep shades of purples made her eyes shine and sparkle with the evening, while the lush blacks made her hair brilliant and ripple like the drops of rain that kissed the ground. Lace and ribbons, velvet and silk all accompanied her many dresses and skirts. Creative patterns and designs that could only be imagined by the most creative of minds.
She was different, but alluring in her odd ways. She was the envy of most women and secretly wanted by most men. Those who were disgusted by her dark ways were lulled in by her kind words.
and there is a preview of my new story that i plan on completing~! hope you liked it and feel free to post your opinions <3
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You never cease to amaze me, everything you write is wonderful!!!!
I can't wait to see the nex part. xDDD
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