The Silver Girl

She danced on wet sand

Blind to Apollo’s rite

Wild like her neighbouring strand

Much to Selene’s delight

She is of the Elven folk

Stolen stars adorn her ebony hair

And ocean wove her a pearly cloak

As she twirled without a care

The argent salmon in candid motion

Fills the water with cheer

Silver shells echoing the ocean

Adorn her pale white ear

Even Luna, rose from her sterling bed

And entered this mortal coil

From each step moonlight bled

As she swayed in her radiant voile

Drunk on their rhythm divine

The mariner doth sit and stare

As the sea carries away this lover of mine

Unaware, dance the pair