It's a dark & clear midsummer's night. The stars are bright in the sky and there is a light breeze blowing through the trees. I am alone in the forest hunting. The grass beneath my bare feet feel smooth with dew. I spy my target and reach slowly for my bow & arrow. The wind blows my raven hair away from my face to give me a clear view of my target. I quiet my steps as not to scare off the doe. I pull the bow, slowly arching it as to make a careful shot.
"Don't worry my sweet. I'll make it quick."
My arrow swiftly and quietly flies through the brush and hits my target. The doe falls. I mourn and give thanks for the hunt and proceed to bind my catch. Then, something catches me off guard. I feel a presence near me. I turn around to see and no one is there. I pick up the carcass and make headway on the path. The closer I am to my home, the stronger the presence is. I stop near the great oak and pull my bow out of its sheath. My attacker will not live til dawn and I turn around to shoot my hidden stalker when my arrow is caught.
I lower my bow to see the presence behind me and it is a man. He looks at my arrow and as swift as it was caught, he drops it to the ground.
I ask, "Who are you? Why are you following me?"
The presence reveals himself in the moonlight to be a man. His eyes staring at me.. Burning through me, catches me off guard and I move back towards the oak. He moves closer to me. His steps light as if air was guiding his feet.
"I am yours. I've waited for you.. waited a long time."
Waited for me, I thought this was mad. This man is be-spelled by some wickedness..
"Waited for me? Go! Leave me in peace!" I say.
I look in his eyes and see his passion for me. His lips open to speak and my guarded walls are up high.
"I will not go my love. I have waited for you.. watched you from afar..I..am.. "
"A fool!"
I cut him off quickly and move myself against the great oak. I press myself firmly against its bark to steady myself. He moves slowly towards me and I have nowhere to turn. My mind is screaming run but my body and soul will not comply. He touches my face and my head lowers its self to his touch.
It feels familiar..
My breathing becomes labored as he gently caresses my face. His other hand strokes my hair and then strokes my shoulder.