Emerald Enchantress

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A mystic figure emerges, born of night's dark sway. Her eyes, like sapphires, gleam with secrets untold, As vines entwine her, a verdant, living fold. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon and command, A sorceress of beauty, in a world so grand. The leaves, a soft caress, upon her skin so fair, As if the forest itself were claiming her as its own, with tender care. In this dark, enchanted land, she reigns supreme, A goddess of the shadows, a mystic, wild, and free dream. Her presence stirs the soul, a deep and ancient call, To follow her into the night, where magic stands tall. With every glance, a tale unfolds, of love and mystic might, As the emerald enchantress weaves her spell, on this dark, moonless night.