Nyx

Draped in midnight with a crescent on her wrist,
The stars wreathe her head and burn in her kiss.
The earth is enveloped in the tangle of her mane,
As she shakes it loose every night free rein.
And as she prowls dark alleys astray,
A poet, a lover, a madman, to her falls prey.
They see her on their wanderings of the night-
Dark, terrifying, a spectacular sight.
Not one you’d forget, not quite so soon;
You’ll yearn to see her once more
On the dark side of the moon.