Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden rests, her beauty on display. Amidst the blooms, a midnight bird takes flight, Singing sweet melodies through the silent night. Her dark tresses flow like the night's dark stream, As the bird's dark feathers blend with her dream. The flowers, like pale ghosts, surround her form, As if guarding secrets of a mystic storm. The air is thick with scent and sweet delight, As the bird's song weaves a spell of peaceful night. In this serene tableau, time stands still, As beauty and mystery entwine, a gentle thrill. The maiden's eyes, closed in repose, conceal A world of wonder, hidden, yet revealed. The bird, a symbol of the soul's dark night, Sings of transformation, a gentle, loving light. In this tableau, we find a peaceful nest, Where beauty, mystery, and wonder find their rest.