Internet Book of Shadows, (Various Authors), [1999], at sacred-texts.com
ELF Wilst I think, And sit and dream within the forest, soft footfall comes up behind me, as I think. A soft cool hand touches my shoulder and whispers like the wind enter my ear. Her perfume preceeds her words, her intentions reflected , in the calming mist. Like dust, sleep overcomes me, as soft secrets fill my thoughts, the hand releases its elfin grip, And I drift into sleep... Marcus Baker Street Irregular * Ft Walton Beach FL (1:366/222) 1859