Goddess Of Eternal Night Poem by Night Flyer

Magic marble purple, melting into the windy night,
She stands in the distance, on a hill,
High above the plains of Infinity,
The Goddess of Eternal Night,
Holding a torch of white fire,
Cold chill of the night, through swaying branches,
Her flames beckoning all minds transfixed in this moment,
Across endless reaches of Autumn darkness,
The Luna glare pulsating in a chilly breeze,
As my weary mind sets sail for Her kingdom,
Bathed in the splendor of Her burning light.