A fairy story

Shape shifter supreme
Moreover doth seem
To visit the forests at night
With the bright moon above
Sometimes seen with a Dove
With the Deers
In what is a bright light
Only the truest with magical leanings
Can see her that’s what I know
Being drawn to the nights cape
Where Roe and Red frequent
Brings with it a beautiful glow
Generally very few see it
Only believers I hear
That’s why I love it in Ashridge
For it’s there where the fairies appear