Black iced lips

Whispering secrets to the crows

Mysterious eyes

Conveying Thunderstorms

Owner of the black baccara garden

Melanonychia nails

Counting jaded bones

Her heart Covered in darkness

Like a funeral in monochrome

Held hostage by ghost

that have became host in her flesh

She giggle with those ghost.

Dark fairy tail, waiting to be told

Only by the bold.

Dare to touch, desire to die.

She delights in the face of

Raven, grimalkin and revenge

She belongs in Neverland,

Nevermore and Wonderland

The face of dark folktales and fairytales.

She dances with her own darkness

Delicately mad in the fire

Wearing black velvet

Old silky dress

She walks barefoot

Solitary in creepy forest

Visits old lovers riding a broom

Strange and wicked

Making spells

mixing old herbs and portions

She is the queen

Glowing and blooming in the darkness

A dark fairy, tale waiting to be told.