My Lady's Hair
When midnight’s inky colors lay
As blankets across the sun’s bright head,
Her hair, that blackly bloomed bouquet,
Could likewise put the moon to bed.

And when the shepherd leads his flock
Of stars into the night, they fly
Into her lunar locks, to mock
That dark reflecting pool of sky.


I wrote this poem about Luna for a class, and then decided to make a painting to go with it. !;-) ";- (Wink)")

Hope you like it! !:D ":D (Big Grin")

Edit: Became a part of Drawfriend 466! Thank you, everypony!