Midnight Bloom

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden slumbers, lost in a floral bay. Her tresses, dark as the night's own shade, Cascade down, a waterfall of blue displayed. A raven's presence, a mysterious guest, Guards her repose, a sentinel of rest. The flowers, a chorus of pink and blue, Echo the beauty, both old and new. In this serene and dreamlike state, The maiden's soul is free to create. The raven's watchful eye, a symbol true, Of the magic that in dreams accrue. As petals unfold, and the heart beats slow, The maiden's spirit begins to grow. In this enchanted land, where flowers reign, The maiden's beauty is forever sustained.