Missing Part

Beside the enormous Oak tree she was resting When the Mage of Night woke her up, cheering By putting Her cold silver enchanted robe Upon her and everything else around the globe Mage on its fourteenth was rising from the east She started walking towards Her with ease Orange pale dried leaves shrieked in protests As she walked bare footed upon them with zest Dragging them along with her extended hair She finally reached the noisy river Showing a blur image of her, the Mage, and a white doe Doe… what was it Oh it was her own shadow Water shining like diamonds in the sky And glimmering crust and troughs on the face of mountains She then had to turn her head 90 degrees To look at the Mage hanging between sky and the earth The sight terrified her Enchantment broke... she then realized, Something was to be there But it was not What was it____ her own former self ? Or something or somebody else Panicked, she looked around Everywhere____ But it wasn’t there Among the trees, behind the cliffs, with in water But it was no where to be found And then morning breeze lulled The Mage and stars to their beds Horizon was now adorned with orange pale hue She too walked towards the old Oak tree And lay upon its branch which was inches from the ground Emeralds fall down from her tired eyes As the doe came forward to see her shadow in them They shined brighter than the sun, before vanishing in soil Her almond eyes stopped on the hourglass for a moment Before they were lost in the world of sleep ~Paghunda Zahid