Mistress in Black Velvet
She walks barefoot
down a dirt path.
Slow, ponderous strides,
draped in black velvet.
A sliver of the moon hangs in the air,
towering over a copse of tall,
ancient trees.
She walks barefoot
to the edge of a graveyard.
Slow, ponderous strides,
the mistress in black velvet.
The bite of midnight,
autumn air dancing through the trees.
Singing a haunted tune,
mistress of the night.
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Luscious details, very romantic. I do wonder what she’s up to.
“the bite of midnight” lends to the haunting air