She walks in the dark

She walks in the dark in world of night
With shadows behind her burning bright
So mellow, so tender, her voice that calls
And speak of troubles that may befall
In eyes so baffled, so deep and dark
She hides her beauty like a quark

In day that shines and lightens her face
And gleams with a mild enchanted grace
The wind when blows with a soft caress
To applaud the beauty of her tress
Her lips like clouds that stay awhile
In sky so curved when she turns to smile
She walks the sunset in her silver gown
Like diamond in a golden crown