Midnight's Enigma

In shadows draped, a lady stands,
A beauty born of midnight's hands.
Her eyes, two orbs of ebon grace,
Reflect the secrets they embrace.

Her skin, a canvas black as night,
Bathed in the moon's pale silver light.
A visage veiled in mystery's guise,
Eclipsed allure that never dies.

Her lips, a velvet touch of sin,
Whispering secrets from deep within.
A siren's song, a haunting spell,
Enchanting hearts, where darkness dwells.

Her hair cascades in midnight strands,
Like tendrils spun by magic's hands.
Each strand a tale of ancient lore,
A tapestry of night she wore.

Her grace, a dance in the abyss,
A symphony of darkness, pure bliss.
She weaves her web with subtle grace,
Entangling souls in her embrace.

But beware, dear wanderer, beware,
For darkness has its own affair.
In her allure, a peril lies,
A blackened truth, a lover's demise.

Yet still we're drawn to her bewitching sight,
In awe of her enigmatic might.
A dark and beautiful lady, profound,
In shadows crowned, forever bound.