Midnight Empress

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A midnight queen commands the darkness of the day. Her raven companions, mystic and serene, Stand guard beside her, a symbol unseen. With gown of blackest night, intricately designed, She reigns supreme, a sovereign of the mind. The stone pedestal, a throne of ancient might, Supports her presence, a beacon in the night. The dry leaves scattered, a testament to time, Remind us that power is not forever sublime. Yet, in her gaze, a fierce and wild beauty lies, A reflection of the mysteries of the skies. Her dress, a labyrinth of lace and dark design, Echoes the complexity of the human heart's confine. With every step, a tale of magic is spun, As she weaves through darkness, her spirit is won. In this dark world, she is the light that gleams, A guiding force, through mystic, dreamlike themes. Her presence is a whispered promise, a vow to be, A guardian of the night, wild and carefree.