Nature

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)

Vanessa in Moonlight