Twilight's Luminance

Bathed in the dusk's last amber light,

A priestess of stars, a vision of night.

Her crown a crest of the cosmic sea,

Eyes holding secrets of the galaxy.

 

Silken locks, a cascade of purest gold,

Billowing softly, stories untold.

Her gown, a fabric spun from the sky,

Embellished with stardust, a celestial tie.

 

Lights dance upon her like twilight's choir,

Gems that whisper of the moon's desire.

She turns, a silhouette 'gainst the setting sun,

A being where the ethereal and earth are one.

 

Shoulders graced with the gentle kiss of eve,

In her presence, even the stars believe.

She is the twilight, the soft divide,

Where day and night in beauty confide.

 

Step into this moment, where the skies converge,

In her gaze, let your earthly troubles submerge.

She is the luminance as day takes flight,

A serene sovereign in the arms of night.

 

In this portrait, may you find a tranquil peace,

As the twilight priestess offers a gentle release.

A pause in time, under her luminous watch,

An artwork that the heavens themselves did etch.

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