The Legend

The Romantic Legend The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve, Behind the manor a forested valley where Packs of frightful wolves roamed. A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf. Not afraid she petted the good animal and his Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing And had nothing to give but love itself. The daughter when doing needle work had stung Herself and there was a dropp of blood on her Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away. A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek, Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur. Their union was complete and love rewarded. The pair found a cave in the deepest forest Where they lived happily for many years until The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal. The spell was broken and she was now an old woman, alone and scared, where love´s light had shone there was fearful darkness. There was a knock on the manor´s oak door, An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter Of the house but, she was not believed. It was a rainy night and when the door opened Next morning the servants found a young girl With glade flowers in her folded dead hands. What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile That told of everlasting love and acceptance Of the price she had to pay. “Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore But is full of vulgar houses built for sun seekers. And a paradise of love is lost to commerce.