Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden rests, her beauty on display. The night's dark veil, a backdrop for her skin, A canvas pale, where moonlight pours within. A bluebird's wings, a gentle lover's caress, Brush against her skin, a tender, sweet unrest. The roses bloom, a floral, perfumed throne, Around her, petals soft, a gentle, loving moan. In this still scene, where darkness reigns supreme, The maiden's peace, a balm to troubled dream. The bluebird's song, a lullaby, soft and low, Echoes through the night, a serenade to know. The roses watch, a silent, floral guard, As the maiden sleeps, her beauty unscarred. In this nocturnal world, where shadows softly fall, The maiden's rest, a peaceful, endless call.