Midnight Goddess
In the depths where shadows writhe, A figure stands, grotesque, alive. With arms that twist in spectral night, Each hand a relic of morbid fright.
Moons that bleed with crimson tears, Wheels that turn with ancient fears. Faces with wings, eyes hollow and cold, A dance of dread, a tale untold.
In the murk of twilight’s veil, A presence looms, a ghostly wail. Guarding secrets, dark and dire, In whispers soft, like funeral pyre.
A guardian of realms unseen, In twilight’s grip, a ghastly queen. With every arm, a world decays, In her embrace, the cosmos frays.
In chambers vast of endless gloom, Where silence reigns, a living tomb. Her eyes, like voids, consume the light, Her breath, a chill in endless night.
The shadows bow, the darkness bends, To her command, the night descends. In her domain, no hope can bloom, Only despair, eternal doom.
Her laughter echoes, cold and stark, A symphony of the abyssal dark. In every corner, terror weaves, A tapestry of haunted eves.
Oh, wretched soul, who dares to tread, In her domain, among the dead. Beware the gaze, the touch, the breath, For she is mistress of living death.
In the heart of night, where horrors dwell, She reigns supreme, a queen of hell. With every arm, a curse she sows, In her embrace, the darkness grows.