Lady Selena lies gaunt and thin on her black couch of night, but her pale radiance is even brighter. A cool breeze whispers her demise in the locks of the shadowy trees. She pines for her lordly lover, who is ever leading her on, around this shimmering pearl. It is his glory that she reflects. It is his lead that she follows. It is his attention that she desires. Soon she will be back to her queenly luminescence and ruling the night once more. Pride is what keeps lovers apart.