Azura Nightsong

Childhood Hideaway

Waning autumn

Waxing spring

Valiant summer

From her lair brings


The flighty pixie

Preferring her mind

To the company

Of the rest of the blind


In her free moments

She’s drawn to this realm

To whisk away hours

Under emerald elm


In solitary throne,

Queen of the Cascades

High above in solitude

In splatterings of shade


Till the ebbing of day

Calls her down

And no longer

Does she hold the crown