Shadow Automatons

Rending the darkness,
Stars flicker in the night which
Compliment the water
Turned moon-silver by Luna.

A canopy of trees surrounds
The couple as they stroll through the woods,
A quiet whisper emanating from the man
So close to the woman’s ear.

Following a distance away,
The servants come
Carrying bottles of nectar
And bearing heavy baskets of ambrosia for the pair.

Reaching a clearing by the water,
The servants come forth and assemble the picnic
For the pair, at the man's voice,
By laying out a fine white linen and piling a feast upon it.

With two angry glances,
They are dismissed without a care for them,
Fading into the shadows to be forgotten
Until animated yet again by the couples’ voices.