The Enchantress

The clouds were veiling in the purple sky
The full moon, rising tonight bright & shy.
But light sifted this dark misty element
And outlit the many eyes of gloaming firmament.
 
Shimmered in purple gloom, a stream shallow & small
That crackled away its waters over a squat fall
Over rocks & pebbles, smooth & clean
With little rainbow trouts moving in.
 
By the stream there sat a lass
As bright as an angel, as divine as a goddess.
The light from her soul outlit the sifting moonlight.
As beautiful as a fairy, she was out in the might.
 
The water played her notes & nightingales sang the song.
The grasses swayed in wind and danced trees along.
Night-queens too fragranced the air
For the enchantress, who sat in her lair.

But she just gazed the clouds in the purple sky 
Veiling the full moon rising tonight bright & shy.
The moon came out to see her overwhelming beauty,
She flipped into a bat & vanished in the darkness of wee.

Something I wrote ages ago. (Literally!)