Dark Lady

Guided by her entrails

Enchanted by the moon

Flummoxed by the morning light

A frequenter of tombs


The voices she hears speaking

Are oft without a form

A keeper of the ancient things

To secrecy she’d sworn


A vast expanse of mystery

Surrounds her like a cloud

Her steps so near to silent

But her energy so loud


She revels in her shivers

She can’t help but smile at fear

Especially the doom that’s felt

Whenever she draws near

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