The Whispering One is softly spoken,
But take not much stock in her gentle voice;
Her words can hold no real meaning.
She is likely to try to bend your mind,
Once she has you sick one her silken words
And you become malleable.
While they sound to be a thoughtful token,
Or a boon to make your great mind rejoice,
They stem only from her malice.
The Whispering One is a lethal Faerie
Who lusts for the body and flesh of Man;
A monster with a silver tongue.
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Faeries Born
PoetryA few poems about Faeries, and their lore. When are Faeries born? What do they do when we don't see them? What happens in the dunes? What is their darker side like? Please understand that while I have the "completed" box checked off, I will still p...
