Midnight Muse

In the depths of darkness, a melody unfolds, A siren's call, where shadows softly hold. Her tresses dance, like night's dark, mystic stream, As headphones cradle her, a modern, mystic dream. The leather jacket, a warrior's subtle guise, Protects the heart that beats with rhythmic sighs. The gaze, a window to a soul so bright, Pierces the veil, into the dark of night. The misty blue, a backdrop, ethereal and cold, Echoes the chill of a technological hold. Yet, in her eyes, a warmth, a spark remains, A flame that flickers, through digital refrains. In this fusion of modernity and mystic lore, She stands, a guardian, at the threshold evermore. A keeper of the beat, in a world untold, Where music whispers secrets, to the heart of gold. Her presence is a promise, of a melody unseen, A harmony that heals, the soul's deepest sheen.