Nymph of the Night
She danced under milky moonlight,
Lithely swaying to starry strains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He watched her waltz - a graceful sight,
Heeding no decorum constrains,
She danced under milky moonlight;
In the shadows, it seemed just right
That she would set alight the plains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
Stopping his heart took all his might,
As it raced to her without reins,
She danced under milky moonlight;
She knew he was watching, her knight,
To impress him, she took all pains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He joined her dance, what a delight!
Holding his hands without restrains,
She danced under milky moonlight,
Twirling like a nymph of the night.
12th November 2022
For L Milton Hankins' "Third-person Villanelle" contest
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