Daphne

Daphne The master of the light scopes on the brae, bequeathing her the dusk that sweeps the fields, his manly thoroughness and thought's cache, in front of her transmitting aura yields; while dark befalls around her form and shields, whatever poised the shades' outlines as real became Nyx' pass, became the fog's slack seal. Her thoughts metamorphose, so e'er unplanned to skyward borders where the maiden's prayers amid apocryphal of aisles expand, and winding they disperse, dew forlorn heirs; the flutter of the blackbird drives her tears and beatific perfect form that fades - domain of conquered arbor woods and glades. For Gaia's daughter begs to be transformed, her perfect structure turns to laurel bole, her splendid mane to foliage and adorned the woods shall bear her innocence of soul; the Nymph persists upon her vestal role, cantabile his harp and sunshine beams, forever meet the spieling of her dreams. © 02-01-2014, G. V., All Rights Reserved (Rhyme Royal)