The silver queen o’ercoming
The golden son,
Luminous and alluring in all
Her splendor aglow,
Hung as silvery aspen leaves
From an ebony night.
The mooncalves come leaping,
Their blue tint shimmering,
Levitating among the silent air,
A tribute to dance unto
Their gleaming sovereign.
Their mutual plea sent heavenward,
Amidst the spiraling stars hued
Spectral white and inky purple.
The mooncalves revolving,
As graceful as the dying swans
When her majesty reigns.
Her strength waxing with each
Elegant adagio, each
Poised faille, each
Refined fouetté en tournant.
Their performance complete-
Encore! Encore!-
In quiet servitude do
Glissade gently away.
Grand Adage by Nagini Riddle
Chapter Endnotes: In all honesty, that was my favorite of all the "drabbles" I wrote for the challenge. :)
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