She appeared softly into my twilight
In her trail a brilliant mane flowed
Like a cloud with myriad tiny suns and stars
An opalescent mantle of dreams and fantasies
The lanterns of past celebrations
Stood motionless and without light
She has stolen their gaiety and glow
Now hers to keep and unwilling to share
But I claim all that is hers is mine
As her whole being is mine, no other
Though captivated and enslaved
Still am her master though held in bondage
I have entrapped her in a silken cage
But she moves freely out of this velvet prison
The sturdy bars and steely nets cannot hold
This indocile lady I dare call my own
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