Enchantress
A mystique dance on earth's wet voir,
the shadows soft'n the light to fade,
a sightly form - dandelion flow'r,
with not a sign of flaws to mar,
her nightly hues of glancing jade,
effulgent with the moon on glade,
noctilucent the stars stand far,
her moves regale what men forbade.
Her smile will spread to lunar haze,
the sparkling eyes will scintillate,
as shadow spells her passing glaze,
to whom will dream her distant phase,
her mane to wave, of moon's oblate,
in dreams to jinx those who sedate,
delightful trance her inner blaze,
woods' cardinal and nymph ornate.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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