Black tresses spread across space
The white flowers ever so small
Yet all the more beautiful
Floating gracefully in her raven locks

And her pearl
Sometimes hidden
Sometimes in full view
Or half bathed in shadows

She holds a beauty not known by man
Yet man cant help but notice her
Some fear what she brings and are frozen in awe
Others spare her a fleeting glance minds lingering for a second

She can only stand a few hours
Before he arrives
Chasing her beauty with passion like fire
So that he may have the glory

But it isn't long
Til she rises again wisps of her raven hair dancing into sight
Its all lit in fire before she arives
Reds and oranges fade to purple and blues

Then she is here once more
Raven tresses filling view
Her pearl standing proud and serene
"the queen of gems and the gem of queens" pearls are called

Who was she if not a queen
Commanding the tides that drift so freely
Such power and such beauty
And until the sky is bathed in fire
She walks in darkness
But she's never alone