It was a cool spring evening. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon. The songs of birds had been replaced by that of the crickets. I lay apon the ground with the grass being a natural mattress. A gentle breeze tickled my cheek as my eyes began to droop.

            I must of dozed off, just a little, for my eyes shot open to a mysterious sound. I looked about and saw nothing, but . . . there was a strange presence in the air. I t was not one of man nor beast, for . . . it felt to fair.

            I examined my surroundings one last time, and again saw an empty scene. I decided it was just my imagination getting carried away, before a beauty revealed herself. She seemed to elegant to be a mere mortal, for her beauty was that of a goddess. Her blonde hair waved in the air as if it was welcoming me. Her smooth skin shared no sign of blemish nor flaw. And, her eyes, her crystal blue eyes had snared me into her trap.

            I awed at the beauty and wished to draw closer, but . . . at the same time

. . . I felt small and insignificant. For look at me how could a man like me compare to someone so magnificent.

            She waved her hand to beckon me to follow. I hesitated, before bending to her wishes. We walked at a steady pace before we quickened. Our legs became a blur to the land. Some strange magic was at work, for I neither grew tired nor did perspiration touch my skin. Faster and faster we sped until a clearing came into site.

            The moonlight beamed on her face, enhancing her beauty. The night became still, unbearable to my taste. I had to say something, but what? “Your pretty,” the words spatted out. My cheeks burned as embarrassment flooded them. She giggled, but that did not help. I did not wish to make a fool of myself again, but I had to say something, “You . . . Your (breath) Your face blooms as a morning flower. Your eyes twinkle like the stars. And, your hair as soft as velvet. For your beauty is rare, it is one that will never fade.”

            She did not say a word, but took my hands in hers and placed a necklace in them. I gently wrapped my fingers on the precious jewel. She looked into my eyes before to drew closer and touched my lips with a kiss.

            Thou I remember these events so well, I don’t really know if they are true. For after that kiss I found myself in the place I lay before the sight of the maiden. But . . . the necklace was still clutched in my hands.