Maiden.

I wrote this in by head a long time ago.
I liked the way I worded it more then.
I promised I'd post it, so here it is.
It has no title, I'll think of one later.


The Moon, in it's full glory and spirit, hung low over the forest.
In a clearing, it shone as a silvery glow on Her pale skin.
Clothed in Her passion, bathed in it's silky light,
lying on the velvet grass.

Oh young soldier, what possessed you so?
To walk into the woods that night?
In your youth, did you forget the warning?
Now doomed to passion and lust.
To long for the touch of her skin,
the kiss of the wholly pure.
To love the Untouchable Maiden.

You stand, struck by the beauty.
She could take the most hardened of souls.
The trees are silent, enraptured by Her presence,
swaying with Her breath.
Oh young soldier, your fate is sealed.

The Moon, shining on Her pale skin,
revealing every angle, every curve on Her silvery white body.
Though you never leave these woods again, do you regret your walk?
Would you have been happy never knowing that such beauty exists?
Oh young soldier, is this a noble destiny?
To sit and wait for your love to awaken?
If given the choice, would you wonder again?

And yet, you may be the one she waits for.
forever blessed by Her love,
you will live with Her till your dying day.
Oh young soldier for you I wish this true.
To be blessed by Her, the unreachable Maiden.