The Lady of the Night
Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.
Sedately as she passes by,
behind a veil she slips.
Eternity won't make a face
her beauty can't eclipse.
She smiles on her companion as
she slowly turns away,
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.
She peers into the depths of space,
serenely-- unafraid,
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.
I get the urge to write something like this once in a blue moon.
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