"Wings of the Hollow Veil" She rises where the silence dwells, Through tangled roots and midnight spells, Her wings, a whisper edged in black, With stardust trailing in her track. No sun has kissed her feathered flight, She dances in the arms of night, A shimmer caught in shadow's lace, A phantom wrapped in velvet grace. The forest bends to hear her tune, A hymn beneath the haunted moon, She bears no crown, no earthly boon-- Just wings that speak of indigo moon. Up for sale is this...
