The Calming
Through the mired haze,
Bogged down by ambrosial marsh;
The kellys and olives and verdants
Whipped with thick clotted cream;
Wisps of breath drifting lazily
The violets and lavenders swirling
Among the midnight and royal dreams;
Silence braided in the entrancing husks
Of the twisting, dancing trees;
The salty mists of the distant spray
Weaving over the coral bank
The unseen rays fading, nestling into
The inky blanket of the warm, sultry night,
Sighing serenely at the day gone by
*of course, the calming draught probably has a lot more attributed to it, but I like to think of it in this manner. *
The Calming by Nagini Riddle
Story Notes:
Warning: there is imagery and vocabulary overload... Beware!
Chapter Endnotes: Of all the things that intrigue me most about witches, it is potions. Wouldn't it be cool to whip up a potion???
All thoughts, comments, critique, etc. is welcome!