Fae priestess

Pagan Priestess .

dressed in sky and henna .

accessorized by midnight Moonbeams. hosting a goddess possession.

Triformis Hecate Trifecta.

gingerly stepping Witter Shins.

Egress The Sacred Circle.

pale skin freckled with cinnamon. scented by locally sourced oils.

of sage essential .

bid good night to the directions .

as the Elementals depart.

the fire smolders out .

and the Grove Fades to dark.

Her Earth Tone Patchwork dress remains.

draped over a Willow Branch.

let it stay hanging there.

and run through the night .really fast.

lifted by the breeze .

like a swarm of dandelion seeds.

by stem, bud and leaf .

and reverence for the ancestral trees.

stretching soon with the Rising Sun. commence a leisurely meditation.

the entire universe and I are one.

fully engaged .

in a body language conversation.

And now..

Peer deeply past the foliage.

into the magical world of the Fae.

where the spirits of Wildflower blossoms.

separate from the plants.

to frolic and play.

more concentrated than essential oils. they embody a purity.

of complete refinement.

little leafy winged .

doppelgangers of gladiolas .

bipedal specters .

not required to eat or drink for survival.

Viewed as orchestrators of Mischief.

by the giant-like humans of Beyond. remaining invisible.

to the average Layman.

only Whimsical Believers .

may lay eyes upon .

these sprightly miniscule.

wicked demons.

whom seem to exist.

to sow seeds of Discord .

their presence has been known.

to evoke intense emotional feelings. playing with our heads.

as if out of boredom