Bonded by the strings of love n music

Dark

She came in the cover of the night,
in stealth and grace she danced on the blooms.
Waltz around the willow tree as his feather-veined hands caress her silken hair.
The heavy thumping of her heart brought colour to her snow white skin.
With one sweep, she broke free of his embrace,
and continued into the night.....

The moon crept wearily out of her fluffy pillows
and endowed the land with her faint soft glow.

She knew she had only but an instance and bidded her time.
Creeping like the shadows into place
so that only the scent of fresh ,wet soil lingers in the sweet night breeze.
It was nearily time..... the second watch..... the changing of the guards.
She glanced again at the moon that had retired back into its momentary slumber.
She had to act fast.......

She moved like a falling feather.....
undetected as she passed the gate.
The guards has slacken and a smoke from their rolled up weed could they hope to catch.
The lights of the weed crackled and burst into life.....
giving life to the dead still night.
She swept down to her pouch and drew out her weapon......
and struck it mercilessly, twisting and turning......
She thought she had won..... that her mission was complete at long last.....
than a voice came from behind her.......

"It's past your curfew, young lady!"