Maiden in Contemplation

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sits, in white array, Upon the steps of ancient stone, A temple's grandeur, all her own. Her dark tresses cascade, like night, Down her back, a gentle, flowing light, Adorned with jewels, shining bright, A headband, earrings, and a necklace's delight. Her arms, crossed over knees so fine, A pose of contemplation, divine, As if lost in thought, she sits and stays, Amidst the spires, that touch the cloudy rays. The temple's carvings, intricate and old, Tell tales of myths, and stories untold, The sky above, a cloudy sea, Adds to the serenity, of this scene, so free. In this serene and peaceful place, The maiden's beauty, is a work of art, a flame, That burns, a gentle, peaceful light, A moment captured, in the still of night.