Midnight Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's form, in slumber's sway, A midnight bird, with feathers bright, Guards her repose, through the silent night. The flowers, like ghostly bridal veils, Dance in the darkness, with ethereal gales. The woman's hair, a dark, rich tide, Flows down her back, with a gentle pride. The bird's black beak, a sentinel true, Watches over her, with a steadfast view. In this still scene, where darkness reigns, A sense of peace, and quiet, remains. The flowers, like a lover's gentle kiss, Caress the maiden, with a soft, sweet bliss. The bird's soft feathers, a soothing hue, Comfort the woman, with a peaceful brew. In this dark, floral bower, they rest, A symbol of hope, in the silent nest.