In shadowed realms where whispers dwell,
A figure cloaked in night's own spell.
Horns arc high, a crown of old,
Eyes aglow, stories untold.

Silken curls like midnight's tide,
Conceal the secrets that reside.
In the heart of thorns and wild desires,
Burns an untamed, eternal fire.

Around her form, the tendrils coil,
A dance of power, none dare foil.
Majesty cloaked in darkest guise,
She reigns beneath the moonlit skies.

A paradox of fear and grace,
A temptress with an angel's face.
Beware the beauty of the beast,
For in her gaze, your soul may feast.

Let the world in silence bow,
To the queen with the iron brow.
For in her presence, all pretense parts,
The mistress of the shadowed arts.