And so it has come to pass . . .
As errant knight, called by the promise of adventure and pleasure, I ride into lands named for a virgin. I enter the dominion of a Sweet Lady. The Sweet Lady rests from recent wizardy.
Another damsel hangs pilloried.
My lance rises in salute to the distressed damsel, for truly her beauty evokes salute.
Upon inquiry, I learn that distressed damsel travels from a land of enchantment far beyond the western mountains. When fair damsel spoke the intensity of her enchantment, perhaps Sweet Lady heard enchanted terms according to local custom. I don't know. Yet fair damsel hangs pilloried.
Even in such abject distress, the enchantment of this pilloried damsel persists; for my lance persists in salute. This enchanted damsel has enraptured my lance in her spell! Try as I might I cannot lower the salute. What magic is this?
Approaching the pillory post, I beseech distressed damsel to cease her enchantment. Her willful beauty refuses. Even more, I sense a magical warmth as I approach her. Her magical warmth raises my lance all the more.
Now I order her to curtail her enchantment. She refuses.
A vailant phoenix pleads her innocence. Yet damsel has truly enchanted my lance. My lance remains in salute. I cannot lower my lance. How can phoenix plead her innocence, when she has so clearly enchanted my lance? More to the point, of what consequence is her innocence, when she has so clearly enchanted my lance?
In wonder of her unremitting pride, I repeat my order to stay her enchantment. Again she refuses. Her enchantment continues. My lance stands undisminished.
Irrespective of damsel's innocence, I know methods of subjugating her enchantment: methods altogether necessary and appropriate, yet beyond the pale of this land named for a virgin.
Unable to sustain her unyielding enchantment, I cut pilloried damsel from the post and hoist her into my saddle, impaling her before me to quell her struggles. She continues her struggles nonetheless.
Sweet Lady rises from her rest to decry such rough treatment of any damsel, even one so enchanted. Yet I have not quenched the source of this damsel's enchantment. My lance still persists in salute.
To vanquish the enchantment of this damsel, I must regard her with even more rough force then I can relate within the domain of this Sweet Lady. Except to say, I carry this enchanted damsel from the Sweet Lady's dominion, even as a valiant phoenix pleads her innocence.
Dispite the pleading of phoenix, this damsel has truly enchanted my lance. She merits all consequence. And so she shall receive--in another land.
Perhaps valiant phoenix will join me in vanquishing her enchantment; perhaps he will harry me with more pleadings even as I sustain her enchantment; perhaps he will strive to free enchanted damsel from her present posture and subject her to another of his own bidding; perhaps he will continue his valiant pleading before Sweet Lady, even as I administer enchanted damsel the effect of her enchantment. Save the last, I take these tales to another land--a land unknow even to the enchanted damsel, absent her most private query. Unless enchanted damsel escapes my ministrations: such ministrations as I cannot describe herein.
When Sweet Lady arises from her rest, recovered from recent wizardy, perhaps she will proclaim whether turmoil continues in her domain, whether her domain returns more exclusively to the gentle pleasures in which Sweet Lady so graciously envelopes her visiters.
As errant knight, called by the promise of adventure and pleasure, I ride into lands named for a virgin. I enter the dominion of a Sweet Lady. The Sweet Lady rests from recent wizardy.
Another damsel hangs pilloried.
My lance rises in salute to the distressed damsel, for truly her beauty evokes salute.
Upon inquiry, I learn that distressed damsel travels from a land of enchantment far beyond the western mountains. When fair damsel spoke the intensity of her enchantment, perhaps Sweet Lady heard enchanted terms according to local custom. I don't know. Yet fair damsel hangs pilloried.
Even in such abject distress, the enchantment of this pilloried damsel persists; for my lance persists in salute. This enchanted damsel has enraptured my lance in her spell! Try as I might I cannot lower the salute. What magic is this?
Approaching the pillory post, I beseech distressed damsel to cease her enchantment. Her willful beauty refuses. Even more, I sense a magical warmth as I approach her. Her magical warmth raises my lance all the more.
Now I order her to curtail her enchantment. She refuses.
A vailant phoenix pleads her innocence. Yet damsel has truly enchanted my lance. My lance remains in salute. I cannot lower my lance. How can phoenix plead her innocence, when she has so clearly enchanted my lance? More to the point, of what consequence is her innocence, when she has so clearly enchanted my lance?
In wonder of her unremitting pride, I repeat my order to stay her enchantment. Again she refuses. Her enchantment continues. My lance stands undisminished.
Irrespective of damsel's innocence, I know methods of subjugating her enchantment: methods altogether necessary and appropriate, yet beyond the pale of this land named for a virgin.
Unable to sustain her unyielding enchantment, I cut pilloried damsel from the post and hoist her into my saddle, impaling her before me to quell her struggles. She continues her struggles nonetheless.
Sweet Lady rises from her rest to decry such rough treatment of any damsel, even one so enchanted. Yet I have not quenched the source of this damsel's enchantment. My lance still persists in salute.
To vanquish the enchantment of this damsel, I must regard her with even more rough force then I can relate within the domain of this Sweet Lady. Except to say, I carry this enchanted damsel from the Sweet Lady's dominion, even as a valiant phoenix pleads her innocence.
Dispite the pleading of phoenix, this damsel has truly enchanted my lance. She merits all consequence. And so she shall receive--in another land.
Perhaps valiant phoenix will join me in vanquishing her enchantment; perhaps he will harry me with more pleadings even as I sustain her enchantment; perhaps he will strive to free enchanted damsel from her present posture and subject her to another of his own bidding; perhaps he will continue his valiant pleading before Sweet Lady, even as I administer enchanted damsel the effect of her enchantment. Save the last, I take these tales to another land--a land unknow even to the enchanted damsel, absent her most private query. Unless enchanted damsel escapes my ministrations: such ministrations as I cannot describe herein.
When Sweet Lady arises from her rest, recovered from recent wizardy, perhaps she will proclaim whether turmoil continues in her domain, whether her domain returns more exclusively to the gentle pleasures in which Sweet Lady so graciously envelopes her visiters.
Looking For Romance And Passion......
