There was once a women said to be born from the god's. It is said that at birth she was given saint hood. That her beuty was beyond compare with night like locks of dark black hair, with ivory skin and eyes like star filled dreams. Her smile was like the breath of spring and her voice was soft like summer rain. All she ever wish to do was pray within the detphs of the village temple, but her beuty was so great that men would follow her every step and attempt to court the maiden declared a saint at birth.
One day she would become so desperate that she would grab a single white rose that could be made into a tea and walked towards the forest the village men following her like dog's in heat and the women following like catipillars envious of a butterfly. She would step into the waters of the water fall and like magic the raging water would part and reveal a cave that she would step into. One man tried to follow but was crushed from the water. Thus she was not seen for 100 year's though stories of her beuty a and grace were told.
100 years later the waters would part and the maiden would step out her hair below her nees, and as beutifull and radiant as ever. SHe would walk into the village and men wand women would stare in awe as she came out of the water fall nude with wild animals following. She would go around omnipotent like and perform miracles hen walk back towards the the water fall holding a bush of white roses, it would part and close and she would never be seen again.
· Fri Feb 02, 2007 @ 07:44am · 1 Comments