Midnight Majesty
She wears the night
like velvet skin,
a crown of shadows
held within.
Her eyes—two storms,
her voice—a hymn,
she walks with ghosts
and they follow her, not him.
Moonlight bows
when she appears,
a goddess forged
from whispered fears.
She wears the night
like velvet skin,
a crown of shadows
held within.
Her eyes—two storms,
her voice—a hymn,
she walks with ghosts
and they follow her, not him.
Moonlight bows
when she appears,
a goddess forged
from whispered fears.
Beautiful 🖤