Iris of the Woods...

Iris of the Woods, in the deep blue night. Holds out her moon white hand, and leads you through the shadows to where the faeries play at midnight.
Still as a statue she looks back to the places she has been. Lost in a reverie; a graveyard dream.
Then, in the flicker of an eye, she flashes you a blood red smile, and dances into the thickening mist.
You look to the place where she used to stand, but all you see is cobwebs, and a key in your hand...