David_Pedjoes Blog

In a kingdom of old, there lived a fine young maiden... she would plant flowers amongst the fairies and search her heart for the man that would be her charming prince. There is still hope she would sing and the birds in chorus would add to the melodious stanza and the maiden would dance oh so fair... her skin aglow in youthful splendor... none but a god could enchant her... the spirits made it that way. Along (one day) on a stallion did ride, a man of nobility all dressed in royal garb... asked the maiden for a drink of nectar and she giggled and curtseyed as he stood by her side. My name is David he spoke to her divine countenance, and what is the name of your horse she replied. He spoke with glorious linguists and acclaimed: this is my horse Tornado, a thoroughbred albino stallion and gusts of frost snarled through Tornado's nostrils... Fair maiden I beseech thee, do you know of Gracie... for I am her kinsman redeemer and the maiden, replied: I am she and blushed. He presented her his signet ring and said: would you be my queen... dreams do come true when people sing and on goes Gracie and David as wedding bells ring... and dwelt in a castle with flowers and birds. The Gods smiled and a new chapter begins... for you and me.