Midnight Empress

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A midnight queen holds court today, With ravens dark and roses pale, She weaves a spell that never fails. Her eyes, like lanterns in the night, Illuminate the mystic light, That guides the creatures of the dark, To her throne, where love and magic spark. The ravens, messengers of old, Perch on her shoulders, young and cold, Their eyes, like rubies, shining bright, Reflect the power of her mystic might. The roses, soft as summer's sigh, Bloom in the darkness, passing by, Their petals, delicate as skin, A fragile beauty locked within. In this tableau of dark and light, The midnight empress holds her sight, A guardian of the mystic arts, A keeper of the hidden heart.