The Lady of the Night

Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.

So shyly as she passes by,
behind a veil she slips.
Eternity won't make a face
her beauty can't eclipse.
She smiles at her companion as
she slowly turns away
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.

She peers into the depths of space
in darkness unafraid
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.


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