In a house on the ground hidden off the path: a painful little sound. She let out her soft and ...
Your wings fly me over mountains, 'Round the trees and through the gardens, Over waters -- under bridges To where ...
The Crone of Midnight She peaks out through dim lit eve's and crunches lightly on fallen leaves. Her pale opalescent ...
I sit by the poppies, Staring into a green pool. I hear the wind blowing, The breeze is quite cool. ...
Dillusions with the insight of our souls Are Mischievious fairies with unknown goals In their drum-circles as routine thats fun ...
pixie dust and fairy wings, this is what a birthday brings. Smiles so wide with grins to match; tickle me ...