Night's Fair Maiden Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Shimmering down through darkened trees,
Their branches swaying in the breeze,
Night's fair Maiden beckons all,
Dissipating Satan's pall.
Her silvery peals of laughter greet
Each ear 'pon which they chance to meet.
She smiles and winks from darkest skies;
To flights of fancy does give rise.
Her full face sparkling in the dark
And bringing warmth to dreary hearts,
The pale Moon-Maiden reigns us in
And gives way to sunlight 'til she frolics again.