The Maiden

Written and as told by Windchaser Rhode

The Maiden

Entrancing , golden Summer days
of olden times of Yore
Young maiden with her white, soft skin
came knocking at my door.

"What do you want?", "What will you give?"
The questions went on and on.
Her silken touch of soft, white skin
Kept peace til she was gone.

Next day came, though cold and gray,
Of this maiden with soft, white skin.
"What do you want?", "What will you give?"
The questions began again.

Third day came both sunny and bright
As I searched for the maiden then.
"What do you want?", "What will you give?"
She, then, touched my wind-weathered skin.

The room started spinning, my vision went black.
Where was my Maiden then?
"Behind you, below you, in front and around.
Come follow to this side, my friend."

I followed her on this path of Light,
That belonged to her soft, white skin.
And now I rest in a city so bright
Peaceful and happy once again.

This be a gift given to me
By my Maiden with the soft, white skin.