Mortal Empress

In the shadow of mortality, she stands tall, A vision of beauty, with death's gentle call. The hat, a crown of bone and earthly fate, Guards the soul within, a mystic, secret state. Her eyes, like windows to the inner sight, Reflect the whispers of the dark of night. The rose, a symbol of life's fleeting dance, Adorns her chest, a poignant, sweet prance. With every line, a story's told, Of life, death, and the mysteries to unfold. In this sepia-toned world of art and dream, She reigns, a monarch of the unseen theme. Her presence whispers truths we've yet to know, And in her gaze, our own paths begin to show. A blend of light and shadow, she is made, A testament to life's intricate, delicate trade.