A fine mist 
Hovered amid the tall primaeval trees 
One tranquil night 
Shelter from the vernal cold for to seek 
Among the splendid trunks 
By slender boughs crowned 
That graced the opaque scene 
With a flawless elegance  
Redolent of a corps de ballet 
As they did gently sway 
To the strains harmonious 
Of a symphony ethereal
From a realm impenetrable 
Concealed from most
By the shadows of night
That delighted to meld
Into the nebular folds  
Of the misty shrouds
That clung to their oaken heroes
One enchanted eventide 
Beneath the pale countenance 
Of a gothic moon 
~ d.a.simpson ~

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