Cold beams filter earthward,
Silver radience bathing the distant woman
Strolling the forest depths alone.
A cold angel, she seems,
Immortal luminance made tangible;
A resplendant mist given form.
Emerald orbs catch the moonlight
And reflect it heavenward once more.
A cool night breeze sifts through
Her silk tresses
Swirling gossamer strands about her pale face.
Her smile, rare rays of liquid silver
Playing on rose petal lips
Against a backdrop of smooth, translucent skin.
Her lithe form encapsuled in folds of night
That whisper as she moves,
The only sound her elven blood allows.
Those green eyes of hers glance over her shoulder,
Shimmering with secrets.
Another mysterious smile, tinged with mischieviousness
Before a fold of deepest night is pulled over her head.
Her silent footsteps draw her further into the woods
Where she is wrapped in shadows,
Kept safe from the approaching dawn.