Maiden Of The Hidden Vale

She stood upon the craggy ground,
amidst the dew and sprites at play,
down within the hidden vale,
safe among her fairy fey.

And there she stood in stoic wonder,
a statuesque maiden amongst the wee,
a beauty of brilliant radiance,
an enchanting jewel of sylphic majesty.

With moonlit tresses of golden hue,
falling gently to her dainty feet,
and eyes of azure splendor beholding
the panorama where earth and sky meet.

Blessed with wings of gossamer silk,
laced with threads of amber dew
which stretch across the landscape specter,
into a horizon darkening to midnight blue.

She is cloaked in a mist of angel's tears,
a gentle haze of weeping white,
which bears the tale of sadness born,
of seeing her ethereal sight.

She stands quiet in her secret vale,
safe amongst her fairy fey,
awaiting the time that is yet to come,
a return to the hidden way,
so that she my step into the glow,
and dance within the sun lit day,
and share with her beloved friends,
the call of heaven's gentle sway.