The night was still.
No, not quite.
Leaves rustled as
nocturnal creatures scampered
through the woods.
She was there.
Gently twirling in
an eternal dance
of the moon.
The moonlight created
silver highlights in
the long dark hair
framing a lovely pale face.
Her steps were silent.
Quick, light, and measured.
Her black dress looked
as if it was weaved of silver thread.
She made not the slightest ripple,
her graceful feet slid in and out
of the shallow stream in the woods
as she continued her moonlight dance.
The moon cast strange shadows
across her face as
she smiled knowingly
humming an eerie melody.
For she was
The Guardian of the Shadows,
The Moon Lady,
The Mistress of Darkness.
And the night belonged to her.
