🖤The Night Belongs to Her🖤
She walks where moonlight bends and breaks,
Gold dust shimmering in her wake.
Her crown of locs, her eyes of flame
Every spirit whispers her name.
Drums from Dahomey stir the air,
Incense curls through midnight prayer.
Pumpkin candles, salt, and sage
Her power dances off the page.
She is the night’s original song,
Where every shadow knows she’s strong.
No trick, no terror, no disguise
Just a goddess in mortal eyes.
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