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[_color_me_in]

It was by the wan light of the inconstant moon
that I saw the most seraphic beauty
gazing into the vast oblivion
which stretched endlessly to the horizon.

She was dressed in clothing of the faintest blue,
an icy azure superimposed against her pallid skin,
the most wintry pale that seemed
almost devoid of all life
save the vivacious nature of her eyes
which remained fixated on the firmament.

Perhaps she was tracing the resplendent diamonds
which graced the ebon vault with their brilliance,
her eyes seemed to glitter with the same splendor
as the ethereal landscapes before her.

But they were then lost
amidst the advent of the satin snow
which draped her in the palest garbs
as she ebbed into the achromous wall
which ceaselessly swirled.

Yet I swear as the storm receded
she was rendered the most senseless imperfect,
laying by the dunes which shimmered
beneath the silvery light of the celestial orb
dangling precariously in the capricious sky.

Were she to close her eyes
the world would surely go dead -
the moon fall to the mercurial sea
as the stars fade into latency
for she must surely be a dream
and so, forevermore, she shall be.