Beneath midnight stars a woman stood gazing.
Searching for the one beyond her imagination, who called her name gently tonight.
The moon painted the darkness with subtle hints of trepidation that bespoke of the chill crawling up her spine.
Fog blanketed the ground like winters first frost, giving her gown a train all the ladies in waiting would envy.
Footsteps sounded behind giving voice to the growing suspicion that maybe she was not alone. Hands snaked around her waist as a voice warmer than the sun whispered devilishly in her ear. Romanticism melted the contents of her skull, fairytales oozing from her pores.
His words spoke of love beyond reality and passed the stars she longingly dreamed after.
Until she turned around and found no man standing there waiting, just footsteps leading further and further away.