Dim Lights

The night descends slowly, to that room where the dim light of a candle illuminates this grave silence, as well as the bed shrouded in a white canopy, slightly fluttering in the wind coming from the open window. The full moon shines with its mysterious brilliance, overhanging illuminates the great room. The silence was disturbed by the ethereal footsteps of the girl with the long hair, wearing a light dress that looked like a beautiful ghost, had purity and grace. She slipped through the curtains very lightly, but did not fall asleep, but was agitated, trembling, and timid. At one point, a male figure could be seen in the room. He was slender, thin, and had charming features. The girl saw him, motioned to raise the canopy, and when she did, went in and drew the curtains. The moonlight was still shining, as if illuminating the bed. Only they could be seen - two shadows, indulging in fiery passion,