The day knocked at a door.
The elves came to the hall
of Haze Queen shady castle.
They bowed to the wise Queen
and gave her motley leaves
from their magic trunks.
The trunks looked very small
but big prepared bowls
were filled to their brims.
Queen Haze was satisfied
and candid kind smile
was shining on her lips.
She rose her wrinkled warm arms,
the bowls flew very high
and vanished in the light.
The Queen thanked her small slaves
and went to her loved place
to make paints with delight.
It was her favourite work.
She crushed petals in pots
with pestle to the spells.
And multi-coloured dust
shone brightly. Haze Queen smiled
and put them into vessels.
by Thea Ariss
27.09.2024/28.09.2024
Haze Alchemy. The Kingdom of Mists
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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