18 September 2012
Raven black hair flows in the nights breeze
Purple silk cloth clings loosely
A crown sits on her forehead
A red gem in the center
Curved around in gold
Intertwining into her hair
Gold brackets circle her arms
Tear-drop earrings dangle low
A purple corset trimmed in gold hugs her
A thin see-through cloth flows silently behind her
Pearls hold her skirt in place
Shining brightly in the dark
Her staff of old birch wood
Gives off a ghostly appeal
While an orb sits up top
Cloudy like fog captured
Holds all futures to be
Her feet never touch the ground
She glides silently
Watching all around her
She dare not speak
She may only say the truth
She may never find love
Her judgment will be clouded
She is alone and wise
Moon Guardian • Opuss № I