Midnight Muse
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A midnight muse descends to stay,
With raven's call, she whispers low,
Of secrets kept, and mysteries to know.
Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep,
Reflect the night's dark, mystic sleep,
The flowers, like ghostly, pale hands,
Reach out to her, in mystic bands.
The raven, with its midnight hue,
Guards her, a symbol, true and new,
Of wisdom, mystery, and might,
A mystic bond, between day and night.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As the muse and raven, a tale fulfill,
Of dreams and magic, intertwined,
A midnight serenade, for the heart and mind.