She appeared without notice,
not there, then there, she
half angel, half siren, half mad.
She appeared like Casseopaiea’s
faint shadow taking form,
stepping out of the sudden fog.
She was nymphlike, sylphan,
demanding attention, craving
the eyes of all who passed.
No one spoke to her, whether
out of fear or disinterest and she
grew angry, larger still, until
the full moon was clouded over,
Casseopeia returned to her throne,
and the ethereal one was gone.