Beauty In The Old Castle.
Imagining that silvery pendant
Dangling down her milky neck--
It looked like the night star
That wander around the cold moon.
She had an emerald-like pupil
That shone like the wet grasses of April
Undulated by the northern gusts
That flow into the azure ocean.
A perfect acquiline nose held straight
From the surface of her white face
Like Michaelangelo's Madonna
She was backgrounded with light cherubs.
Then a pair of kissable lips held firm
Coloured gently with the nectar of roses
That spring forth in late summer
Or when the springtime come to its mid.
Her golden hair reminds one of autumn leaves
Left to drop onto a plain whiteness
And reflect its gold colour
Into the glimmering bright sun.
Then she looks lowly up to your face
With a glow of unfading light
Streaming down her green pupil
Into a confluence of a perfect beauty.
Though she had no rings save the neck
She was a redolent of Mona Lisa--
Stroking her long gauzy hair
To kiss the blue morning sun.
Though we'd gone for a hunt
Though we were manhunted by wolves
Her glistening face charmed the beasts
And they slowly went back to their caves.
Such a beautifully sown power
Rested under the tent of her dark eyelashes
Such an enchanting beauty
Never left the great old castle!