VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 12 ]


[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 22:46:06 08/31/02 Sat
Author: EQuate
Subject: The Wandering Maiden (Prose) [Hanover Challenge]

I recall the village men talking in the square one day about a virgin maid, who would always wander in the nearby hills. Some said that she was petite and frail with creamy skin like the milk of mountain goats. Others described her as an auburn beauty whose figured form was that of a fabeled Grecian goddess. Still others spoke of her as a spirit, a ghost, a beguiling witch, and they seemed to whisper her name..'Angelina.' But, old man Jasper, the village sage said nothing as he gazed toward the distant hills with smiling eyes.

I listened intently as they all spoke of her mesmerizing aura and rare beauty not wanting to miss a detail. Soon the sun was dipping low, and the gents bellowed late day farwells..then went their seperate ways. Only old Jasper had made no effort to carry himself home. Finally he blinked and I saw tears roll down his wrinkled and quivering cheek.

"Why do you cry old Jasper?" I asked. "Are you not feeling well?"

He looked at me for the longest time, and then he spoke in feebled tones.

"She's waits for me at the mountain's crest..somewhere frozen in the snow. That's where I lost my Angelina a long long time ago."

Something in his timeless eyes convinced me that he spoke the truth, and together we cried.

Pamela

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]


Replies:



Post a message:
This forum requires an account to post.
[ Create Account ]
[ Login ]

Forum timezone: GMT-5
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.