Midnight Muse
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A midnight muse descends to stay,
With raven's wings, a gentle guest,
She brings the whispers of the night's unrest.
Her hair, a dark and flowing stream,
Cascades down, a velvet dream,
Her skin, a porcelain, smooth and fair,
Inviting all to linger there.
The flowers, a soft and muted hue,
A backdrop for her beauty anew,
The raven's eyes, a piercing stare,
A symbol of the mysteries she'll share.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As the muse and raven weave their gentle will,
A dance of beauty, dark and light,
A balance of the day and night.