Silverlight

Moonlit sorceress, thy silvery gaze Descends upon the night, in whispered, mournful ways The shadows tremble, like ethereal fingers pale As if to grasp the moonbeams that my soul would hail The wind it weeps, a requiem for lost dreams gone cold As I, a wanderer, entwined by lunar spells, unfold Oh, ghostly Moon, celestial siren, high and cold Thy luminescent whisper calls, like a siren's haunting hold Through lunar cycles' ebb and flow, I'm bound to thy fate A willing pawn in thy nocturnal, mystic state The night's dark tapestry, a canvas woven by thy hand Where constellations like ghostly brides, in vigil keep their stand Their whispered incantations, an arcane, eerie spell Weaves a labyrinth of shadows, where my soul would dwell The silken threads of twilight, an otherworldly allure As I surrender, entranced, to thy silvery allure Oh, ghostly Moon, celestial siren, high and cold Thy luminescent whisper calls, like a siren's haunting hold Through lunar cycles' ebb and flow, I'm bound to thy fate A willing pawn in thy nocturnal, mystic state Within the lunar dream, a labyrinth of mirrors lies Reflecting all the shadows, of my own, inward sighs The moon's pale light, a lantern guides me through A realm of mystic wonder, where dreams and darkness renew In this ephemeral world, I find my fleeting peace A haven from the mundane, where my soul can release Oh, ghostly Moon, celestial siren, high and cold Thy luminescent whisper calls, like a siren's haunting hold Through lunar cycles' ebb and flow, I'm bound to thy fate A willing pawn in thy nocturnal, mystic state