Enchanted

This fallen spirit comes out at dusk when darkness and light merge. It’s an hour of the fae and ghosts when creatures from the world of dreams are swaying between mortals. Now as an ethereal being without a solid form, forever divided into many, belongs neither to the world of humans nor to the realm of spirits.

Graphite on Bristol paper. 21×29.7cm (A4)

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Ancient stories have been told

Of the creatures hosting mortal spell

Once belonged to the Spirit’s World

Now among the humans dwell

In the search for purest souls

The flesh they could possess

Desire flows with no control

There is no time for “yes”

Like the tender mist they fall

Touching softly naked skin

For they too wish to be whole

Something they have never been

Don’t try to run my sweetest one

F0r they are not here to kill

The enchanted kiss must be done

So close your eyes… surrender… feel