Empress of onyx skies and waning moon;
Throughout the realm of dream her dark light shines!
Now from her tower window, dawn she spies, and soon,
Upon red velvets, she reclines
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
Read more. . Between his aunt and Mrs
Empress of onyx skies and waning moon;
Throughout the realm of dream her dark light shines!
Now from her tower window, dawn she spies, and soon,
Upon red velvets, she reclines
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
Read more. . Between his aunt and Mrs
Empress of onyx skies and waning moon;
Throughout the realm of dream her dark light shines!
Now from her tower window, dawn she spies, and soon,
Upon red velvets, she reclines
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
Read more. . Between his aunt and Mrs
A Big Girl Paddling