Beneath the cloak of night, her essence does enshrine,
A lady fair, ensconced within this heart of mine.
She gleams as Luna, with ethereal grace,
A luminary presence in the night's embrace.

Her aura akin to chandeliers aglow,
Casting a luminous splendor, a celestial show.
In her, I find a symphony of light,
A radiant masterpiece, dispelling darkest plight.

With every eve, my reveries take flight,
To her, a beacon shining through the night.
In her, the moon and chandeliers unite,
A tapestry of elegance, in darkness' flight.



© Medwickxxiv