Emerald Requiem

In twilight's hush, where waters whisper low, A maiden's form, like moonlight, starts to glow. Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue, Reflect the depths of sorrow, and a heart anew. The waves caress her skin, a soothing serenade, As she floats, suspended, in a dreamlike shade. The purple twilight weaves a melancholy spell, Around her, where the water's whispers dwell. In this still moment, she finds a peaceful nest, A place to hide, where love and sorrow rest. The ripples on the water, like tears, fall slow, As she surrenders to the depths below. In emerald depths, her spirit finds a home, Where the whispers of the waves, her heart have known. A requiem for the soul, in twilight's hush, Where love and sorrow, in the waters, rush.