Lady Of Dusk
Lady Of Dusk
By the hazel sun, she shines
In the soothing breeze, she does whine
With her silence, she does scream
Ohh you listen to her, gentle being.
Hair locks of her so much so unravelled
Speaking the day's journey that she travelled
Bowing head a little low
Tries to control emotions that flow
Yet the face that strangely glows
Reveals all that she'd endeavour
Her eyes hide whatnot
The bitters the sweets of all sort
And clam and composed she pose
As if among the thorns, a rose
The aroma of her character as pleasant as musk
Ohh what more can I say about the Lady of dusk