Amber, turquoise, emerald lights
Like Courtiers cavort
Before the Princess of the night,
Who dons her diamond crown,
Reflecting dancing sequins
upon her velvet gown
Which, wave by wave, unfolds
At her command,
The unseen hand of genuine majesty,
Beyond the compass of the fading
Monarchies of tenuous heredity.
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Tom, you really caught the visual beauty of the Northern Lights in a poem! ! ! ! How could you capture such a moving visual feast by using black letters on white paper? Awesome 10! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !