Ethereal Awakening
Reflection
In the realm of dreams, she dances free,
With wings of light, a vision to see.
Her form, a blend of strength and grace,
A black bodice, a white, flowing space.
The light dances upon her skin,
As petals of white fabric spin within.
The wings, a marvel of delicate might,
Shine with a soft, ethereal light.
In this world of wonder, she is the queen,
A figure of beauty, serene and clean.
Her spirit, a flame that burns so bright,
Guides us through the dark of night.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of dreams and hope, of hearts made of gold.
In her dance, we find our own release,
A moment's peace, a world's ease.
Her beauty is a gift to behold,
A treasure to cherish, young and old.