(Picture taken from emerald-depths.deviantart.com)
Hovering gently, iridescent, sapphire blue,
courtesy of the torrential rains
that shattered against the parched land,
its magic emanating in glowing strands
Chanting eerily, its melodies hypnotic,
painfully soothing to a wanderer astray,
luring her from her predetermined course
to the skeletal trees, the towering dark,
while it served as her sole, illuminating spark
Drifting softly, gliding in a sinister,
spectral dance, pirouetting over the darkening morass,
twirling as it led the wanderer toward
its abode, sending her mind spinning, lost,
at the hands of the unearthly entity she had crossed
Whispering uncannily, its voice resembling velvet
crooning advice into her ear, in silvery tendrils
of otherworldly wisdom, yet lacking in enlightened words,
taking her pale, shivering hand, it managed to hold
her soul in its, utterly beyond her control
Halting abruptly, a startling standstill, flourishing
its feathery arms of snow-like mist before the wanderer
who, in a daze, let her eyes fall upon the smothering darkness
miles from her home; searching vainly for the glimmering spark,
oblivious to the fact it had melted in the dark
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