A white dress
Floating across the nightly forest
Her half-closed eyes
Hollowly gazing through the trees
Into the distance.

The moon was reflecting
Her beautiful yet enticing physique

Her lips were chanting
Something unclear.

As she flew
Wandering the nightly forest
The sky chose to cry
And she hummed the azure to sleep
Her voice, melancholic
And perplexing.

A ghastly mist
Took place*
As the dawn rise
And the enigmatic white dress
*Vanishes from sight.