Lady In Blue Poem by Melpomene's Tears

The sun sets, his tired demeanor hidden
by mighty mountains
His loneliness colors the sky,
colors born from darkness and light,
Across the deep, silent dark lake the north wind blows,
He caresses the lake like a lover,
then flows upon the cold lifeless marble floor,
The copper telescope sways gently,
not a sound is heard
for here is where no birds sing,
and here is where
the Lady in Blue awaits.
Her sad eyes have killed a thousand men and saved but one,
her lithe body draped in starless blue,
she waits alone,
the dim solitary candle,
shedding light to the scars in her cerulean eyes,
A velvety creature hovers over her,
a butterfly, born not of this world,
gently coaxes hope to her heart,
to yearn,
to wait,
for yet another night,
for him to return.