Vanessa in Moonlight

She wore the moonlight like a robe,
Opulent, with a sparkling sheen,
Irresistibly alluring,
Feeling like a majestic queen.

Bathed by seven silver moonbeams
It seemed a luminescent glow
Emanated from four fragile wings,
Dusted, like purest powder snow.

Beautiful red and black markings
Were consumed by the flooding light
That descended from the heavens
On she who trespassed into night.

For the few moments it lasted,
Her great joy could not be contained;
Heaven took on a special glow
Which faded, leaving wings tear-stained.


Red Admiral Butterfly
(Vanessa Atalanta)