TO VISIONS AND SPELLS
TO VISIONS AND SPELLS A fairy tribe glides past silver night robes trance drapes the moon; wings bow to caress skies tipped with jade and mystic veiled coves. As tangos twirl gowns the merry sea jives its magic depths bear a host of blooms. Their purple cloaks part for pearls to spray an angel choir... Sign in to see full entry.