Moonlit Floral Enchantment

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, beyond them all. A woman stands, with silver hair aglow, In a gown of orange blooms, as if the night's own flowers did grow. The tree's dark branches twine, a mystic, ancient spell, As if to guard the beauty that within its heart doth dwell. Her eyes, like moonlit pools, shine bright and wide, Reflecting the magic that the night's dark veil does hide. The dress, a canvas of vibrant, swirling art, Echoes the turmoil and the beauty of the heart. In this serene, yet mysterious, woodland scene, The woman's presence is a whispered, mystic dream. A moment captured, where reality and myth entwine, A fleeting glimpse of wonder, sublime. The light dances upon her skin, a soft, ethereal glow, As if the moon itself had come to life below. In this enchanted glade, where ancient secrets sleep, The woman's spirit is the mystic key that the heart doth keep.