Celestial Priestess

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of serenity, beyond them all. With eyes closed, she embodies peaceful might, A guardian of ancient secrets, in the still of night. Her robes, a flowing river of white, Adorned with golden hieroglyphs, a sacred light. The symbols on her skin, a story unfold, Of mystic knowledge, whispered, yet to be told. In this realm of mystique, she stands as a guide, A bridge between worlds, where the mystic resides. Her presence is a balm, for the soul's deep pain, A reminder of the beauty, that remains. With every breath, she embodies the divine, A celestial dance, where spirit and form entwine. In her stillness, a universe is born, A reflection of the beauty, that lies within. Her eyes, though closed, see beyond the veil, To realms of wonder, where the heart can sail. In this portrait, a tale of mystic lore, A testament to the magic, that we adore.