Fey
Fey by name and fey by nature A sprite of magic, worlds unfolding Seeing through, the mists of time Have been's, will be's and a maybe too.
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Fey by name and fey by nature A sprite of magic, worlds unfolding Seeing through, the mists of time Have been's, will be's and a maybe too.
Like an assassin's dagger, lightning flashes to earth, cracking ancient trees and shaking rocks down from the bleak mountains. My forests. My mountains. I won't let them be broken by this storm.
Snowflakes dance, They twirl and twist, Surrounding me in ice cold mist. They catch my tongue And cling to my hair, Teasing, calling, wanting me there.
Sparkling drops of diamond dew shimmered in the dazzling, saffron light. Curling ebony vines clung to soaring, elegant trees. Peaceful images rippled through the glittering, white sapphire pools.
#adventchallenge Jack Frost waves his hand Spreading cold across the land Sets a scene of beauty white We gaze upon with delight The ground freezes from his gaze He can't change the way he plays We...
Only when the time is right. And deep inside the darkest night. When the temperature is low. Does he come out to say hello. He's only small and very slim. Blue in colour, spindly limbed.
Shards of glistening, diamond frost hang from icy branches. Shimmering, white sapphire pools dance in the dazzling, golden light. Glittering, ivory snow carpets the frozen land.
Glistening silver hair cascades down her slim back. Delicate, bronze wings flutter and flash in the obsidian night. Ancient constellations gleam and glow high in the onyx heavens.
High pitched notes drift on the sweet scented breeze. Ruby, amber, sapphire, and indigo gleams like precious jewels on delicate petals.
The forest calls out to me; a cacophony of birdsong, rustling leaves and the constant hum-whistle-howl of the wind snaking its way between tree and branch and undergrowth.
Ancient trees curl into the sapphire heavens. Jewelled, succulent fruit gleams and shines like beautiful, precious rubies.
Clouds cover the skies, shedding milky light across the moors.
In the dark stretch of wood a stillness sounds. Leafless trees shake and tremble in the silence. Stagnant air does not draw breath and suffocates the land. Deprived of light the earth bleeds.
The intoxicating scent of jasmine fills my nose, and I follow it, kicking off my wooden sandals. Wisps of mint green hair float around in the breeze, and I bat them away gently.
Such a mystical creature. Undefined by her features. Natures personification. A spiritual sensation. Still you yearn to touch. Her flowing river rush. Lure men into the deep blue.
Come play with me In amongst my sister's trees With daisies in my hair, The only clothing that I wear, I'll make a chain for you my dear Of daisies, ivy and sweet pea Won't you run with me Before I...
Alone in the forest, I sing to the wind, Free from the shackles of man. A ghost in the shadows, Vargi I Verum. I forfeit my soul for the land.