She is lotus in winter time, blooming like a sparkling star. Her hair dancing in the moonlight shadow; in the sound of her heart beat if follows.
Day and night she dreams of her knight, whose courage matches the Hercules' might; and as passionate as Cupid's heart. So she waited a kiss all night, but forever she hold on in vain. In the darkest corner of prudence, she feel pain.
She shut eyes and promise herself not to dream her dream. She felt her memory falls to a grim whim. Her heart is cursed by Eris; helpless, hopeless, lifeless, meaningless... Shattered pieces by pieces on the lap of Gaea; hexed by vicious mantra.
In a blink of an eye, darkest covered with light. The sweetest kiss touches her lips that night. She emerge from sleep and her aura came to life; she was not a knight but a prince. Who came to rescue his damsel in distress.
I love this one it is awesome. I am just confused about this part "she was not a knight but a prince". Who is the " she"? Does she embrace herself? A big thumb up for you. I really hope more will read and comment this!
I added to the community (short) Stories/Tales and Share Your Talent too. 👍💕🍀