A raven moon reflects upon each delicate strand
Where silk to touch wears fine to skin
that glistens upon the nights rays and falls
between her shoulder blades,
She walks sweet the dignity
that follows the feline moves, the soft step
that upon the scented fragrance she displays
the character of a fine goddess
An image that holds the eyes glimmer
to the sweet song that this night so softly bestows
Her eyes, almonds dressed into the hazel reflections
like ancient pools the pupils engage to the air
swift upon a stare, holds a million promises of dreams
Then fades into the night, within the city streets.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph