The evening’s bride…

The evening's bride follows the nightly trail,
revealing her decorous dusky splendor,
flaunting her dulcet golden veil.

Reflection of jagged mighty alpine,
humbled on the vast gleaming brine.

"Early bird", Is the nightly moon, dwarfly seen,
his celestial companions, late to dimming scene.

In aquatic magna, frolics my delicate dame,
"Santalum" skin glows in the eventide flame.

She's a slender silhouette, a dark peacock's plume,
A worthy farewell's gift, to the royal crimson groom.

Santalum : Sandalwood

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