The Midnight KARA Maiden MAE ADAMO She peaks out through midnight eves
She’ll kiss the Sun along the way
And crunches lightly on fallen leaves.
And make him blush as he runs away.
Her pale opalescent skin glows,
For this is their sweet love affair,
Shimmering from head to toe
This allusive, polar, cosmic pair.
As moonlight dances in midnight eyes,
A cool wind comes to brush her cheek,
And sparkles like stars in midnight skies.
And thus her skirts will further sweep;
Owls watch her graceful form
It will spread dandelion seeds
As daylight dies and night is born.
And make roll the tumbleweeds.
Bright butterflies give way to moths
Water laps along the bank
And spiders spin their web-like cloths.
As her stars reflect upon the lake.
Blue birds sleep and bats take flight
The sunset pales as she goes
As she carefully brings the night.
While fireflies tickle her toes.
Her long black dress over land flows
And if you stay up late one night,
As she ascends and casts shadows.
And strain to watch The Lady’s flight, POETRY
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Please stay quiet if you care:
The shy fairies’ll know you’re there
You can hear her laughter in the air.
And shall vanish into thin air.
When darkness has become complete,
For mortal minds shall know them not,
And each side of the sky it meets,
As—like fireflies—they’ll jar the lot.
Her rumored friends of light and wings
They’ll carry the fairy in to play,
Will venture out among the greens.
And it’ll turn to dust within a day.
Out of flower buds they’ll wake
For even the dim light of dawn and dusk
And flutter out towards the lake.
Can turn a fairy to fairy dust.
They will dance with fluid grace,
So they await the dark of night
Protected by her dark embrace.
To come out and to take flight.
And each night they greet her with
Spot lit by her distant stars,
A performance of enchanted myth.
They greet her as she floats afar.
Upon the rippling lake’s surface,
She does cherish the ballet gift
The fairies’ feet lightly caress.
Offered by her friends of myth.
They bow and twirl and show their love
For darkness can bring into light
For the Midnight Maiden up above.
The secret creatures of the night
But if your curious eyes do sneak
That fly and crawl and softly creep
Through the trees for a peak,
Outside your window as you sleep.