She enters as softly as a baby's breath,
in a sea of gray-white mist, floating
as quietly as a new dawn.
There is nothing so pure;
nothing as beautiful as the fair Innocence.
A light glow radiates off of her
pale purple-pink skin.
Long strands of spun gold
flow from her hair,
carried from a wind that doesn't seem
Her robes of silver thread hang gracefully
from her body, swaying with every step.
She speaks not,
only smiles like she has a fond secret that she cannot tell.
Eyes, blue and icy as a cold winter's morning
with reflections of tiny stars sparkling.
By her side, a small white fox
rare in these parts and even rarer to be seen
in a human's companion.
She carries in one hand a book,
bound in white leather and gilded on the side
in pure gold; the book of innocence.
On the cover, a small detail that can't be
looked over, is a unicorn, the purest
of all creatures in the forest and
her guardian daemon.
The creature cannot leave the forest
but she carries him in her heart as w