Moonlit Floral Enchantress

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.