Through Twilight

During the Eve a different calm awakens the moon.
She shudders in its tranquillity as an essence drips from her skin.
Pale are her features as the breeze carries her whisper,
the glow entices with the enrichment of her scent.
Golden is the rapture as the shimmering light brings forth creation
and teases as the blanket of snow mingles in her rapture.
White silk clings to her frame as she descends upon the nights effect.
Refreshed it has bloomed her through the opening season,
welcomed her into existence from beneath the ground.
Rampant she wanders bold in the shadow of the snow fields.
Beauty took on another form as mortality remained vacant,
 leaving more than just the purity of what was once lost.
Timeless carols fuse to a different tune while her song echoes faultless.
Christmas had become unsettled as it unearthed her through the twilight,
during dawn.