Midnight Vigil

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden rests, her spirit's gentle call. Amidst the blooms, a midnight bird does stay, Watching over her, through the silent day. The roses whisper secrets, as petals sway, In this serene tableau, where darkness holds its sway. The girl's dark tresses, like the night's dark veil, Conceal her eyes, where dreams and rest prevail. The crow, a sentinel of mystic lore, Guards her repose, on this moonlit shore. Together they rest, in harmony and peace, A fleeting moment, the world's din release. In this still life, where beauty is divine, The maiden and the crow, a mystic bond entwine. Their quiet vigil, a testament to night's design, A time for rest, and dreams that take flight.