The Enchantress

She walks through the forest, tall and proud,

Her magic and power, she wears like a shroud,

She is the enchantress, the keeper of the wild,

And she walks with the grace of a mystical child.

Her hair is long, her eyes are bright,

And in her presence, there is always light,

She is the mistress of magic and might,

And in her hands, she holds the keys to the night.

With a flick of her wrist, the world is transformed,

The trees come alive, the animals are reborn,

The sky opens up, and the stars align,

And in that moment, the world is divine.

The enchantress knows the secrets of the earth,

The magic of nature, and the universe's worth,

She dances in the moonlight, she sings in the rain,

And in her heart, there is no room for pain.

For she is the keeper of the wild,

The guardian of the unknown and untamed,

She is the enchantress, the queen of the night,

And in her presence, there is only magic and light.

-new king