Emerald Enchantress
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision emerges, born of mystic day.
With eyes like sapphires, bright and wide,
She gazes forth, a mystic bride.
Her tresses, red as autumn's flame,
Cascade down, a wild, untamed frame.
The ivy wreath, a verdant crown,
Adorns her brow, a symbol renowned.
In emerald hues, her garment shines,
A midnight blue, with golden vines.
The leaves, a gentle caress impart,
As if nature's touch had claimed her heart.
With every glance, a tale unfolds,
Of magic woven, young and old.
In this portrait, a story's spun,
Of mystic beauty, forever won.
A fleeting glimpse, a moment's peace,
In emerald enchantress's mystic release.