Gate Stories

Ivan rushed from the doorway where he had been concealed, jumping, turning halfway round, landing on his back in the thick, coarse straw piled behind the supply wagons. Not two strides behind, Miryam pounced, landing astride the young lad with a spirited laugh. Clangs of the evening bell signaled that the main gate would soon close, the wall surrounding the castle secured for the night; thereafter, entrance and departure...

Could it be last that I see you? is it the last you hold my hand? will I see you no more smiling beside me? will I feel no more your arm around my waist will I be never again hugged by you? will your breath never be felt over mine? is it the last that I feel your glow? will I never hear your sweet ascent? Could it be the last that I feel the electrifying touch? is it no more for me to feel over the moon heavens will never...