Ill Met By Moonlight

White gauze and lace
She removes her cloak
Face in the shadows
Emerald green eyes

Finely braided
Copper hair blows free
Scarlet lips just like ice, velvet
Inky black fabric called night
Slashed by streaking figures
And beams of the moonlight
And ripped at the seams
In this midsummer night's dream

In the clearing
Amidst languid trees
As mortals sleep
All the night dances alive

But none as gracefully
As the fairy queen Titania
Who floats on wings
White movement chasing
Thе buxoms and the necks
From whose fruits thеy wean

Fairy eyes devouring, devouring
Dance is reeling
Arms outstretched to the sky
Offering the waltz to the stars
Who knows what heaven holds?

Who dares to give
Her midnight ball
Underneath the sky
In the moon's silver hall?

Titania gives the ball
Titania gives the ball
Titania gives the ball
Titania gives the ball