Etherial, she stands alone.
Clothed in mist and shadows,
she dances as she walks.
Lightly twirling, her arms flung outwards,
she embraces the chill night air
yet craves the fire of the sun.
She haunts my waking and sleeping dreams,
I see her always in my mind's eye.
She stands surrounded by forest,
gown of gauzy mist rippling gently about her,
hair blowing about her face.
Visible but invisible, always obscured and hazy.
Who is she, this daimone or fairie,
and why does she haunt me so?
What does she want from me?
Will she ever leave me alone?
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