Be not fooled
By the grey noir of her soul;
It is where she lives.
Her face is morphed. A creature like fae, and so much tinge underneath
That it even shows in the skeleton of her face.
I know you fret against these damp lands, mud glued...
but it is my home-
It is where the Lotus Grow.
and I am the Sprite, tasked forth, the keeping of this domain and terrain,
many here of my clan, like marvelous but infinitesimal little half breed Angels,
of incurably indelible force.
We,
are a different kind.
An ineffable dark magic, blessed by something ancient, and far more Divine
than human mind,
even mine,
Can Fathom.
The shadow is in us, yet fully embraced.
We are like human also, in how we taint,
our minds muster of accidental
Magick and Manifestation.
A mighty,
tiny,
and fierce little breed.
A fairy of the water from a harsh and musty land,
where death happens much more than life can.
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