Moonlit Enchantress
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision emerges, ethereal and gray.
A maiden fair, with tresses bright,
Adorned in blue, with golden light.
Her gown, a tapestry of night,
With floral patterns, subtle and bright.
The leaves entwine, a verdant frame,
As if nature's beauty were her claim.
Her eyes, like sapphires, deep and wide,
Reflect the mystery, the magic inside.
A gentle soul, with spirit free,
A mystic charm, that's meant to be.
In this still moment, she's a queen,
A guardian of secrets, unseen.
The world outside, fades from sight,
As moonbeams dance, in silver light.