Spectral Ascendant
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A figure stands, in misty array,
A presence woven from the very earth,
A guardian of the mystic rebirth.
Her form, a tapestry of stone and gray,
Echoes the rugged landscape's sway,
The rocky outcrop, a throne does make,
For this ethereal being, for mystic sake.
The mist that swirls, a veil does lift,
Revealing secrets, in the silent drift,
A world of wonder, where the veil is thin,
And the mysterious, the heart does win.
In this eerie landscape, she does stand,
A sentinel of the mystic land,
A bridge between the worlds, a guide,
For those who seek, the unknown tide.