There, just beyond the grassy knoll
The haunted silver shade
Fell on the twisted oak tree’s bole,
A pretty nymph it made.
And she sang songs surpassing sweet,
A lovely serenade,
While on her ankles and her feet,
Were bands of polished jade.
The knoll became a bright bazaar,
The oak a colonnade
Where shone a blue and turquoise star
Across the wide arcade.
The pond became an inland sea,
As shadows in cascade
Fell all across the hills alee
Where marched a ghost brigade!
That nymph she combed her golden hair,
With combs of purple jade,
And wove a costume from the air
For midnight’s masquerade.
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Submission Name: Midnight Bazaar
