Spectral Ascendant

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure stands, in misty array, A presence woven from the very earth, A guardian of the mystic rebirth. Her form, a tapestry of stone and gray, Echoes the rugged landscape's sway, The rocky outcrop, a throne does make, For this ethereal being, for mystic sake. The mist that swirls, a veil does lift, Revealing secrets, in the silent drift, A world of wonder, where the veil is thin, And the mysterious, the heart does win. In this eerie landscape, she does stand, A sentinel of the mystic land, A bridge between the worlds, a guide, For those who seek, the unknown tide.