Enchanted Night

Iridescent moonbeam swirl in the dim sky,
Kissing the glinting lake softly, looking shy,
Unfolding an ethereal spiral stairway,
With fairies tip-toeing down the path, all gay.

The golden beam bridges fantasy and reality,
How old willow sways to the mellifluous melody,
And honeydews made into sticky toffee apples,
Fairies flutter around, whispering tales of immortals.

Hiding amidst the dancing blooms in mellow hues,
My eyes sparkle like fresh morning dew,
Then a fairy aglow with radiance caresses raven locks.
And invites me to the beguiling dance, where they are in flocks.

As my steps grow lighter, I begin floating in the air,
Holding hands, we revolve around the moonbeam in pairs,
A gentle breeze echoes with our serenades and laughter,
The forest is alive, awake from its deep slumber.

The enchanted night never ebbs, lasting for ages,
My heart flutters and my face blushes,
I immerse in the dreamy and lurid ambience,
Immortalised in my memory, 'tis a prized reminiscence.


~ Manzil ~

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