Fractured Bloom

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden wears a crown of decay, A hat adorned with skeletal might, A symbol of transformation's plight. Her face, a map of cracks and lines, Tells tales of trials and inner signs, The weight of the world upon her brow, A beauty born from pain and woe. The fungal growth on her skin so fair, A testament to nature's subtle care, A reminder that from decay comes birth, And in the darkness, new life takes earth. Her eyes, like windows to the soul, Reflect the journey, make us whole, A path of self-discovery, winding and slow, Through the realms of the heart, where love does grow.