Midnight Empress

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A mystic queen holds court today, With ravens dark and roses pale, She weaves a spell that will not fail. Her eyes, like moonlit midnight skies, Reflect the mysteries that lie, In hearts of those who dare to see, The magic that she holds in glee. The ravens, messengers of old, Perch on her shoulders, stories untold, Their eyes, like rubies, glowing bright, As they whisper secrets through the night. The roses, soft as summer's sigh, Unfurl their petals, a gentle lie, That hides the truth of her dark might, And the power that she wields in sight. In this tableau, a tale is spun, Of feminine power, forever won, A symbol of the mystic and strong, A guardian of the night's sweet song.