The last shades of amber
fall into the intricate weave
of her dress as she rises
slowly in a rhyme perfected
before her first suitor.
Extending a slender hand
she awaits a lonesome kiss.

"Speckled hints of twilight
dance in autumn halls
as moonlight plays and
waits a captive call.
Shadows stretch on walls
in deeper shades of brown
while silver branches bow
in homage to her crown.
Veiled in silent dreams
upon an ancient throne
in moments yet unformed
to recite an endless poem."

–taosculptor@earthlink.net