20 October 2012
Of the many tender, gentle hearts that walk this earth there is one tenderer and gentler than all others.
It beats wildly in the chest of a young girl, a simple milk maid with stark red hair hung in loose curls about her waist. Her jade eyes glint with the warmth of a copper fire, hinting at the golden heart within.
While perched on an old dry stone wall, she sings to her cattle out on the lush green pastures of an eternal spring.
Summoned by her sweet tune, deer prance at the edge of the dark woods. Stars glitter between pointed antlers.
Yet all the while, the red-haired maid lives on; oblivious to the prize nestled behind her ribs. A golden heart so naïve, so tender, so gentle...
The footsteps fall.
Yet she will never see it come.
Golden Hearted • Opuss № I