She came dancingly to the waterside
Dark hair free to the w ind
And garlanded with gentle orchids.
Tall she stood, though she was not tall
Letting laughing breezes run through her
Catching up the hems of her skirts
And setting them aswirl:
Pat chworks of indigo, black and violet
Swirling about her like night's greeting to morning.
She stepped lightly, her arms
Swathes in silk light as midnight
Deep as the underside of the ocean.
About her waist, a band of leather
Black marked with sliver thread.
Sun sone through her like a ghost
As she paused by the streambank,
Laughing behind a veil
Captured by orchids white, so white
Against the plume of evening that is herself.
She pauses beneath the eye of the Lady
To pledge her spirit to the basking lion of the day.

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