Moonlit Enchantress

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.