The Lady

With my poems I have a hard time describing what I thought to create, but in this one I was thinking of the Night, and its beauty.

The Lady

The lady doth Commeth
Dark Velvet
Wrapped about her
Twinkling Diamonds
Upon her
Silence in her Presence
Glowing like an Orb
Watching over her,
As she walks
Sleep Enfolds her
Though she is not to Sleep
Not yet, too Early
Her Companions
The Multitudes
They Light her Way
Many do not see her
For they have left,
Before She comes
Off in their own little Worlds
She understands though
She knows her Kind
Her kind like her
Live past the Daylight
Day is not her Friend
But her Nemisis
She is the Night.
Twin to Day
But Never to Meet
Less for a Glance
Like Passing Ships, at Twilight.

 

Author's Note

Grammar is not my perfect forte, so please be gentle, but I do hope you enjoy