The petals of her flowers blooming red
To show the depth of her undying gift.
As flowing silver rivulets ascend,
The ringlets of her tresses, breezes shift.
These flowers that are rare and seldom picked
Will bloom when each full moon is in its phase.
Its waxing dappled light among them mixed
That gives to them their eerie, ghostly haze. - J. Pandora
