On ebon wings she glides
The tips shimmering pale
A sparkle against the sky
Her silken shimmery hair
Cascades about her face
Full ruby lips
Inviting with a smile
Her beauty seems divine
The sway of her hips
The curve of her form
To striking to turn your eye
Her presence is commanding
Yet shadowed all the same
Her amber gaze is upon you
A stare that would stop your heart
To approach would be a folly
To leave an utter loss
Weigh the options in your mind
Decide if you want this pleasure
And if you crave this pain
Take her hand and walk
Under the full moon light

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Niuran, in the year 259 MA.