In the misty night air,
a voice resounds throughout the forest.
This voice is not of any mere man,
but of a beautiful immortal.
She rules over all the forest with majesty and power.
She is covered with garments of white that seem to glow.
She walks through the forest with bare feet
singing sweet songs in an alien tongue,
a tongue that is not of this earth.
She is such a heavenly creature
with long blond hair decorated with golden leaves
and wings that shimmer in the moonlight.
Her skin is pale as the moon,
and it glows with the same radiance.
She looks forever young, forever beautiful.
She can appear as your heart's desire.
She is called by many names,
a sprite, a faerie, an angel, a ghost,
but none of these suits her.
For she is more than one word can describe;
she is more than any words can describe.
She may seem tame,
but she can be dangerous,
not violent, deadly dangerous,
but reverent, strong dangerous as the sun.
As the first rays of light creep over the horizon
announcing the coming of the dawn,
the beautiful immortal retreats back to her refuge,
a place where no human eye can see
and no mortal foot can be placed.
She will return to the forest
to sing her beautiful, sad songs to the luscious forest,
when the sun sets and the moon rises,
shining its beams upon the forest
crowning it with luminescence.
