If a faerie made perfumes
How would she blend?
Would she tincture the green of a violet stem
In dew from the tip of a fern of the deep,
Deep, dark woods
So cool and fecund?
Yes, she should.
At midnight she'd enchant a single blossom of jasmine.
Coax out it's ethers with her giggling spells,
A puff and a whir,
Yes, might as well.
She'd surely use cepes and oakmoss galore
All seamlessly earthy and rich.
Seductively luring their sacred aromas
Into small crystal vi