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