The Queen of the Fall
A mysterious lady walks through the forest
Mysterious lady walks through the morning glade, a veil of icy dew, to her feet adheres Birds alight on her hands, she is their chorus maid, her presence, it wakes the buck and deer Nymphs and Elves shy away, in awe of her beauty, her magic, an untold secret of the dell The forest is her home, where all other creatures retire, even Diana falls under her spell Flakes of frost settle on her golden hair, dancing, fleeting, a...