She is a mistress of darkness.
Arriving in the dead of night.
Enticing souls with her mournful cries.
Gathering strength and power.
She devours all that comes near.
She lures them in with her beauty and tears.
Walking the night for hundreds of years.
Yet still she appears youthful.
Always collecting souls.
Her victims drawn to her like a moth to flame.
Skeleton men gather, pleading to feed her desires.
Death from a mere caress.
Her long pale tresses and smoldering eyes.
All enamored shall die.
The tempting mistress of the night.
She wanders calling more victims in.
Her haunting, hypnotizing, cries.
Luring them in with seduction and lies.
Absorbing youth as they die.
She arrives in the dead of night.
The mysterious mistress of darkness.
Her mark a deadly kiss and caress.
Her neverending quest for souls.
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