Midnight Comes

She stalks the night like a ghost,

Taking in all the night has to boast;

She slinks around before wide eyes-

She is the mystifying midnight sky. 

Her flowing dress begins at her chest, 

Black ruching stretched across her breast;

Strings of silver at her neck are tied together-

A cloak of navy for harshest weathers;

Sleeves of gray hang loosely on her shoulders,

A hood at the back for when air becomes colder;

From underneath peaks pointed black slippers,

At each heel a diamond made from the Little Dipper.

Her pale skin shines in twinkling lights

Like the white creatures of black midnight;

Her round face is the full, solemn moon, 

Her clouded gray eyes not wanting to shut too soon;

From her fingertips to toes are tiny stars,

The myriad scattered from near to far.

She is the night sky often viewed in wonder,

Silent and stoic until come the lightning and thunder. 

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Amazing! I love the word choice!
Very well done! ^^

[Levi Levin]

Very well written and descriptive indeed :)

[EllenMichelle29]

Nicely written poem. I wish I could write poems like this. You have great talent and I bet all you current/future work are as good as this one.
Please could you check my story out?