Purple Pan, she is quite grand,
dancing on the end of the flame, in her bare feet she pans her tune so sweet, too lure you unexpectedly.
Into her gaze you start to go, no one resit her bright glow!
Once the spell has been set upon yea all you will do is stare, for her spell has you bound there, until Purple Pan & the flame disappears.
Poem Written - By Ivy Summers
Another Anastasia fantasy - rendered in Poser 2012 No Post work -I used Jebe’s flames for back drop
I edited this post once to add the poem