Mistress of Shadows

In the realm where twilight dances,
A mistress of shadows, she advances.
Her cloak, a tapestry of muted gray,
Unveiling secrets in the waning day.

Moonlit whispers, soft and sly,
Echo through the night sky.
Silent footsteps on paths untrod,
She walks the border between mortals and god.

Her eyes, like orbs of liquid night,
Reflect the stars, shimmering bright.
A sorceress in the cloak of mist,
Where reality and dreams coexist.

Mistress of shadows, keeper of the arcane,
Weaving spells with shadows’ refrain.
Her fingers, nimble as a spider’s thread,
Craft enchantments in the realms of the undead.

In the quietude of the midnight hour,
She taps into the ancient power.
Waves of magic, an ethereal tide,
In the secret places where shadows hide.

Her laughter, a haunting melody,
Echoes through the ancient tree.
Enchantress of the twilight glade,
In the realm of shadows, her magic laid.

Beware the beauty of her mystic art,
For in the shadows, she’ll steal your heart.
Mistress of shadows, keeper of the night,
In her realm, where darkness takes flight.