Moonlit Floral Enchantress
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision emerges, ethereal and tall.
With silver hair and skin as pale as moon,
She stands, a mystic, in a floral boon.
Her dress, a canvas, painted red and white,
Blooms like a garden, in the silent night.
The trees, like sentinels of old, surround,
Their branches twisted, in a mystic round.
The night air whispers secrets, as she sways,
A midnight enchantress, in a dreamer's gaze.
Her eyes, like dark pools, deep and wide,
Reflect the magic, that she cannot hide.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As she embodies beauty, with a gentle will.
The world, in slumber, is wrapped in night,
And she, a vision, shines, with pure delight.
With every step, a tale unfolds,
Of mystery and wonder, young and old.