I left Dusk's embrace and walked back along moonlit paths.
I passed a garden of night flowers in full bloom.
I stopped to drink in the scents and shadows.
I must have dozed, for I dreamt a voluptuous
woman descending from violet clouds.
She took my hand and led me through
Her garden.
Her Indigo hair coruscated with diamonds, and her midnight
eyes were shining brightly through the pale light.
I blinked and was seated in a grand hall,
all gloomy hues of purple and blue.
My hostess took my hand and we floated out among
the masked revelers.