One day, she returned with a different light in her eyes. She sought out her parents and told them: “Okay, I will marry… I will marry the man who can bring me the sky in a dress, the moon in a necklace, and fire in a pair of shoes."
The hunter stood before the weeping ruler, holding the red cloak gifted him by the wire-haired Witch in his hands and pondering his pending mission. He heard the whispers on the streets about the wild women who had stopped going to church and rejected the rules of their father’s house.
As much as the fair Maiden stumbled and pushed and fought her way against the discomfort, the Knight would wait ever so patiently for her to surrender to the warmth he could, and wanted to, provide. She feared that kind of love, for she had never experienced such pureness. Such patience, coming ...
I don’t need a prince on a white horse -- I just need me, and I don’t need to wait for myself to show up -- I will always be just here with my suit to remind me of the journey that has brought me here.