In twilight's embrace, a figure stands still, A dark beauty cloaked, with an enigmatic thrill. Her scarf, like shadows, flows soft in the night, Whispers of mystery, a dance of pure light. Silken threads weave tales, secrets to share, Against the pale moon, her elegance rare. Eyes like the stars, deep and profound, In her presence, magic, enchantment is found

16 (w) x 20 (h) x 0.5 (d) in oil on canvas