Shadows

She dances softly,
a dream’s delight,
Unfolding in silence,
veiled from the light.

Through unknown worlds,
she takes her flight,
Where stars fade to mist,
lost in twilight.

A phantom hand,
both cold and warm,
Guides the heart through a velvet storm.

In the corners of sleep,
her figure weaves,
A realm of secrets,
where nothing deceives.

Golden glamour,
fatal and bright,
A dream that shimmers on the edge of sight.

Her chilling breath,
her shadow lures,
Beneath the moon,
the night endures.