Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
Every moment of the night-
Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down- still down- and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be-
O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea-
Over spirits on the wing-
Over every drowsy thing-
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light-
And then, how deep!- O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.

Fairy-Land by Edgar Allan Poe


Many many thanks to the following people on Deviantart.com for allowing me to use their stock for my graphic.

The lovely model:
curtsey 2 by ~Venefica-Stock
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Landscape:
Foggy Night - Spooky by ~glitch010101
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Brushes used:

Lighting Effects Brushes by ~Scully7491
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AngelicWingBrush by *lotusii
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