She was walking down the narrow, old streets in the rain. The cobbled ways were grey and uneven, the houses looked weary and sorrowful. The door-knockers had not been used in a long, long time. The town was falling into despair. She stopped under a flickering streetlight, and looked up at the cold skies. The rains were relentless, and they would not stop for her.
She walked on, through the sad, old alleys. And saw a light at the end of it. A small carriage, innocent looking and ordinary, with two weary ponies and a small light in front of it. It beckoned to her. The master asked her to get in, out of the rain, and it would take her anywhere. There were many other carriages further down the street, she would take them. But he persisted. He followed her and insisted that she must take his carriage. And so weary, she did.
The carriage took her away, far into the night. It flew through the skies and above the rain. The horses were unicorns in spun silver, she had not noticed before. The master was a leprechaun, and her carriage was breaking into a dream. The world came alive, transformed by some magic. She was walking through a garden path, with artists and sculptors weaving beautiful visions around her. It made her smile, she had never known of this world before. And he sat at the end of the path, waiting.
In his arms, she stayed that night. In the midnight light of the stars, in the most beautiful moments in the world. A time that was perfect as a dewdrop, that could not be touched. His touch was like a kiss in spring. He was an angel, come from another world, to be with her. She was happy with him, her feelings beyond anything she had ever known. Looking into his eyes, he beguiled her and they danced forever. Nothing could hurt her there.
Until the morning came and took him away. No carriage waited for her, to take her home. She fell from the skies. The world was still grey. The rains were colder and more cruel than the night before. They covered her tears. She could not find the master, the horses or the streets anymore. Lost, in an unknown world, she stumbled and fell. She looked for him, but he was just a dream, gone forever.
She walked on, through the sad, old alleys. And saw a light at the end of it. A small carriage, innocent looking and ordinary, with two weary ponies and a small light in front of it. It beckoned to her. The master asked her to get in, out of the rain, and it would take her anywhere. There were many other carriages further down the street, she would take them. But he persisted. He followed her and insisted that she must take his carriage. And so weary, she did.
The carriage took her away, far into the night. It flew through the skies and above the rain. The horses were unicorns in spun silver, she had not noticed before. The master was a leprechaun, and her carriage was breaking into a dream. The world came alive, transformed by some magic. She was walking through a garden path, with artists and sculptors weaving beautiful visions around her. It made her smile, she had never known of this world before. And he sat at the end of the path, waiting.
In his arms, she stayed that night. In the midnight light of the stars, in the most beautiful moments in the world. A time that was perfect as a dewdrop, that could not be touched. His touch was like a kiss in spring. He was an angel, come from another world, to be with her. She was happy with him, her feelings beyond anything she had ever known. Looking into his eyes, he beguiled her and they danced forever. Nothing could hurt her there.
Until the morning came and took him away. No carriage waited for her, to take her home. She fell from the skies. The world was still grey. The rains were colder and more cruel than the night before. They covered her tears. She could not find the master, the horses or the streets anymore. Lost, in an unknown world, she stumbled and fell. She looked for him, but he was just a dream, gone forever.
