A Voice Rang Clear

The Night King played dirges forlornly
in his moonlit crystal world.
In the depth of night,
when nothing seemed quite
solid or real, a voice rang cool
and bright and clear.

The King, turning, saw someone
elfish with a serious smile.
Dark eyes gleamed
beneath blue-black hair
adorned with yellow roses.
Half-transparent in the moonlight,
she stood
radiant and comet-like.
He saw her light
and vowed to follow her star.

Her contented sounds
of affectionate consent
enthralled him with happy yearning.
His heart’s desire for ultimate union
had kindled his flame to burning.

And in the depths
of the crystalline night,
they joyously sealed their vows
while the moon smiled on them ironically,
peering down through matted boughs.