The Duchess

With a ray of moonlight in the moors
Reflected in a dark, deep pair of eyes;
She kneeled on bedewed foliage
Fingers crossed, throat sore with cries.

A vestige of a flame in her heart
Ignited by the power of Belief
Manifested itself thorugh
Illusioned transparency.

Making a tryst with destiny
She wished for wishes
As the evanescent moonlight
Abandoned the duchess.

The dawn of memories broke
On the reflections of her tears;
Reigniting the flame
Revising moments merrier.

Ceasing that moment she began living in the past
Missing the present, holding future's shaft.