Dark Lady Of The Moonlight Fair

Dark maiden immortal,
dark lady fair,
of comely beauty and celestial starlit hair,
looming up out of the encroaching night,
to sashay forth upon strawberry glazed moonlight,
to twirl and to dance,
to sway and to prance,
where shadows collide with shafts of glistening light,
upon a craggy barren moonscape of sheer delight.
An illuminating spirit, the breath of life,
a harbinger of death, and the sorrows of strife,
refined in effulgence and sumptuous splendor
to tantalize and inspire in succulent grandeur.
A delicate jewel of intimate intrigue,
a haloed angel of sublime deed,
gently gliding forth upon a glittering array
of gilded kaleidoscopes bound in Eden's miraculous way.
She hovers upon the sparkle of moonbeam tinsel,
as she raises her voice in the song of the ancient minstrel
to call forth kindred of enchanted moonlight fair,
calling to moon drenched fairies and moon kissed pixies
pirouetting through the air,
to share in her wonder and joyous elation,
to frolic and cavort in her playland of lunar illumination.
As solar orb becomes moonstruck in rhapsodizing twilight eclipse,
and joining the dance are tiny moonshine imps,
harmony and balance are restored to the fray,
as enchanted ethereal creatures go about their play,
enshrouded within the tapestry of the supernal flux of the mind,
bound within the dreamscape of heavenly paradise enshrined.