Fabulous, the moon shine
Lowly, the spirits whine
An enchanting horse on the air
Upon it the sooth sayer.
Nightly, he does arrive
Quietly, the spirits - five
Wait for the princess of the dark
As the silver creates a portrait so stark.
Softly, whispers he
Calmly, beckons she
As the spirits await the meeting
The owls pause their hooting.
Loudly, struck thunder
Prettily, fairies wonder
As the spirits in unison begin to sing
a poetry for the welcoming.
Beautifully, on the circle
Brightly, the stars twinkle
The time has come, the time was here
Her shadows whispered, she was near.
Courtly, he waited
Darkly, the prophecy stated
For the silver to meet its end
Lest the nightmares find the bend.
Strongly, the tides high
Happily, the fairies sigh
Beneath the glory of the full moon
The hours could not have been soon.
Magically, appeared she
Mesmerized, looked he
As the twilight spread across the sky
The princess had met her Rye.
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Submission Name: The Princess and Him
