Beneath the Veil of Midnight Spheres

In a chalice wrought from shadows' fears, Where silence speaks in drips and tears, Lies a visage pale, so serene, so clear, Beneath the veil of midnight spheres. Skulls aloft in silent scream, Drifting in this darkened dream, Their hollow eyes cast a gleam, As though they mock life's fleeting beam. Crimson drops from lips descend, A macabre waltz, a morbid trend, Life's essence on which dark arts depend, Where final breaths and sorrows blend. She rises from the stygian pool, Her gaze, her grace, her visage cool, In this darkened realm, she reigns, she rules, A queen in night's eternal school. Yet in her eyes, a distant light, A lingering fight, a silent mite, Against the tide of endless night, A spark within the ebony blight. Oh, maiden of the blood-red bath, Are you custodian or aftermath? A siren’s call upon a psychopath, Or innocence led down a wrathful path? The skulls, once men of yore, they say, Now ornaments in decay, A tableau grim, a disarray, Suspended in their danse macabre ballet. She paints her lore in shades of night, This damsel bathed in Luna's light, Where darkness crowns her with such might, And whispers secrets to the quiet night. Artist/Poet: Anna van Tassell Quality: 4K (animated) Dimensions: 4000 x 2200 px

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