Once upon a destiny, one sweet spring eve,
While buds were still blossoming on the trees,
And whispering wind gave kisses of breeze;
Here is where our story begins to weave.
A figure, slight and spry, steps from shadow,
A shimmer surrounds, more than mere moonglow.
Small of stature, yet somehow commanding,
Her back straight and proud, a regal bearing.
Hair dark as coal, eyes deeper than night, shine!
Features petite, somewhat sharp, yet benign.
A heart-shaped mouth, so elegantly curved,
A sweet pointed chin, so gracefully carved.
Clothed in a cloak of pure moonlight, it seemed.
Nearly a fairy, emerged from a dream.
Proudly, she strode through her dark wooded realm,
As if leading an army, she at the helm.
But who is this creature, this bold empress,
This goddess or temptress, this moon’s mistress?
And what is her tale, conquest or capture?
To what long promised end is her rapture?
Time may tell, soon enough. Be patient, friend.
