~ Wings of Emberlight ~

"In her hands, the night found its light."

 

Beneath the hush of twilight’s veil,

She knelt where moonlit blossoms pale,

A shimmer born of midnight’s grace,

Reflected softly in her face.

 

From darkness rose a fragile gleam,

A golden wing, a waking dream,

Its fire sang in whispered tone,

A song the stars had always known.

 

And there she stayed, the world held still,

As time bent gently to her will,

For in her palms, the night took flight,

And scattered dawn across the night.

 

~ Vixenn

 

(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)

 

© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow

Done