Ill Met By Moonlight - This Ascension

White gauze and lace

She removes her cloak

Face in the shadows

Emerald green eyes

Finely brained

Copper bair 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 mortal sleep

All the night dances alive

But none as gracefully

As they fairy queen titania

Who floats on wings

White movemente chasing

The buxoms and the necks

From whose fruits they 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