Midnight Muse
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A midnight muse descends to stay,
Among the roses, dark and fair,
With eyes closed, she shows she cares.
A raven's wings, a mystic sigh,
Echoes secrets, whispers by,
In this still moment, she is free,
A dreamer, lost in reverie.
The flowers bloom, a gentle hue,
A backdrop for her mystic crew,
The raven's gaze, a knowing glance,
A symbol of her inner dance.
In this serene and mystic scene,
She finds her peace, her heart's sheen.