Moonlight Monarch

In the realm where night’s silence speaks,

A nymph robed in moonlight seeks.

Her tresses, a cascade of starlit snow,

Around her, the midnight butterflies glow.

 

In her gaze, the depth of the cosmos swirl,

A queen of the night, a luminescent girl.

Her skin, kissed by the cool glow of the moon,

Holds the tranquility of a tranquil lagoon.

 

The butterflies, her courtiers of the dark,

Flutter and dance, each a luminous spark.

Adorned with crowns of sapphire blue,

They complement her hue so true.

 

The fabric of her gown, soft as a sigh,

Like a cloud from the evening sky.

The lace at her shoulders, delicate frost,

Crafted by the stars, at no great cost.

 

In this ethereal court, she silently reigns,

Over the whispering shadows and the night's domains.

A monarch of dreams, in the quiet she thrives,

Guiding the nocturnal ballet where magic survives.

 

Let her portrait be a lullaby's verse,

A visual melody, universe immersed.

For in her presence, the night is aglow,

Bathed in the splendor of her regal show.

 

So gaze upon her, this moonlight monarch fair,

And feel the peace of the night-time air.

In her kingdom of dreams, where she softly resides,

With the beauty and grace that the night provides.

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