There She Is

There she is, Lurking over the mountain. Her sparkling hair, Bright against the black cape. There she is, Her beauty that spreads from a fountain. Like the hiss of the midnights air, A new day gradually taking shape. There she is, But this time more dark. Her light not so bright anymore, A veil in front of her face. There she is, Her eyes without the spark. The teardrops so unsure, Now the magical night for a time replace.