Amanda, The Fairy Queen

She sat astride her throne
Like a beautiful goddess
Gorgeous raven tresses
Long, and flowing
Like the darkened silhouetted leaves
Of a willow, under a moonlight gaze
Her lips, a subtle rouge, gently pouting
And her eyes smiled, with a curious modesty
that both blinked, and blushed, all at once
A picture, that only an artist, could truly capture
Her Rubenesque loveliness glowed
As a golden bloodshot moon
A strange magic, and mysterious mystique
Glowing, and alive
A free-spirited, ethereal being
A latter day Titania
Awaiting her crown

by Jemia