My favorite fable…
She was clad in the wedding attire. Her face was beaming and captivating that the entire bride’s maid were awestricken to see the Creator’s spotless creation. If the angels had seen her, they would have envied to see this stunning beauty. Her eyes spoke the language of the world that all men in the hall cursed their luck. The crowd condemned on seeing the bride’s man. He was a no match for this damsel. She was beamy and he was gloomy. When all the eyes were fixed at her, her stare was towards the entranceway. She was yearning and awaited someone. Just before the wedding ceremony could commence, there he came seeking her hands on a galloping horse. He was so dauntless and so charming. The Bride’s maid could now draw the reason for her stare towards the doorway. There they were measuring the hall with the ballet dance. The groom decried being so coward but the rest were delighted and silently watching as he was so elegant and she so beautiful and they were like made for each other. As they graced the hall with their ballet, they reached the way out. And in a flashing minute, he mounted and she was lifted. His royal horse wasn’t surprised either. And there they were gone to live happily thereafter. All the king’s men followed but Sir Walter Scott’s ‘Lochinvar’ was miles away galloping proudly with his lady in his arms…………...
My favorite fable since my childhood and one of my childhood fantasies is to be taken away like this on a horse by my dream lochinvar :D