the chosen maiden, unknowing
lost in the forest
wanted only a soulful perch
she wandered
thru dark and thickness
deeper into the woodlands
her path was cleared
she came upon a candle
the light shrouded her
provided warmth
she witnessed the surrounding trees
their branches gathered
palms up
intertwining
reaching
gathering
until a cradle stood before her
when the wind canvassed
the ground
gently the softest petals
befallen upon the bed
she heard the heavens tears
their soft pitter patter
onto natures roof top
her step was light
ballerina-like
as she approached her haven
careful to regard her gift
in all its splendor
she came to rest
her body exhaled
feeling life surrounding her
she breathed in awe
rejoiced in magnificence
softly listening to the symphony
that invaded her senses
her journey was complete
she slept.

king or queen sized?

How pretty!!! Where can I get one of those!!?? Thanks for the nice writing!!

this maiden needs only her King

Very nice write

just close your eyes!! thanks for the nice words!

thank you flame!

the tyrant King with **** in hand hmmmm I might have that costume in the closet

hey, you are messing with my hynotherapy here!!