Vanessa in Moonlight

She wore the moonlight like a robe,
Opulent, with a sparkling sheen,

Irresistibly alluring,

Feeling like a majestic queen.

Bathed by seven silver moonbeams

It seemed a luminescent glow

Emanated from four fragile wings,

Dusted, like purest powder snow.

Beautiful red and black markings

Were consumed by the flooding light

That descended from the heavens

On she who trespassed into night.

For the few moments it lasted,

Her great joy could not be contained;

Heaven took on a special glow

Which faded, leaving wings tear-stained.

Red Admiral Butterfly

(Vanessa Atalanta)