Midnight Bloom

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden stands, surrounded by flowers' gentle call. Her tresses dark, like the night's dark veil, Entwined with blooms that in slumber prevail. A crow, a midnight visitor, with feathers bright, Perches upon her arm, a symbol of mystic night. The flowers, a mix of pink and blue, a gentle hue, Reflect the serenity, the peace that she pursues. In this still moment, time itself stands still, As the world's din fades, and the heart's deep will Is revealed in the quiet, in the beauty rare, A moment's peace, a lifetime to share. The maiden's eyes, closed in repose, a dream, A world within, where love and peace beam. The crow, a guardian, watches over her sleep, As the flowers, a wreath, her beauty keep. In this tableau, a story unfolds, Of mystery, of magic, of a heart that's told.