~HeLeNa~

The silver moon hung low in the sky, it's light illuminating thy land, eradicating shadows and darkness. It was a full moon.

She walked along the illuminated path. Her pale skin glowing like pure alabaster silk. Her hair as dark as the night falling down her slender back, wild curls flowing. Her hips swaying gently as she walked languidly.

She stared to the pale moon hanging on the sky and inwardly smiled, thinking it was always a good thing to have it gleaming in the sky.

A nymph and a temptress of the night. A sin to fight for.

She lifted her small hands and cradled the precious pendant she wore between the valley of her breasts above the neckline of her white gown. She stared at it lovingly, thought of how it came to her possession, its significance, and the person who gifted it to her.

Tears welled in her eyes as the memory flashed in her minds eye. The jewel is priceless, its value immeasurable. She ran her delicate pale fingers along the intricate pattern of the pendant.

She caressed it slowly, each stroke reminded her of some bits of her life, each touch revived memories she held dear.
He who was caressing her cheek, his hands were warm and heaven to her skin. How she closed her eyes as his palm firmed on one pale cheek.

He who was the other half of her soul. He who was dear to her heart.He who was her salvation.The stroke of his fingertips on the outline of her lips. The way her soft curves perfectly fit to his hard planes.
The lingering sensation of his kisses. The gentle tug of his fingers on the locks bobbing at her ear.The way his lips curved when he find something amusing. When he smiles so warmly and his eyes flashed to appreciate her beauty whenever she came near.

His eyes would always flash with different emotions. When she would see him again she doesn't know...
She would always be here waiting, here in the fortress, where she and he would always meet from now to eternity, souls as one bound by a link as old as time.

She walked along the wide corridors of the fortress bathed by the moonlight.As she crossed the front portico to the other side of the corridor she paused and slowly, slowly, walked. She passed along a massive post and suddenly lost in the shadows as the moon shyly hid from the clouds.

When the moon shone up again, a shadow crossed the massive post to where the enchantress have been.
She has a long, thinning, white hair, but with clear sharp gaze. She walked slowly not by choice but because of her age.She has an alabaster silk complexion,though mellowed by age she is still stunning as she might have been some time ago.Her eyes are bright with dried tears staining her cheek.

Permanent lines creased her face, yet failed to hide the beauty of her face.


And as she walked, a ray of light caught the intricate pattern of an ornamental jewelry.
This woman wore a pendant cradled between the valley of her breast...above the scooped neckline of her white gown...waiting...