Mistress of Dark Arts
Dark arts were her stage
From a tender age
She could conjure up a beast
From out of thin air
Cross her if you dare
And upon your bones she'll feast
She steals from the grave
For bones she does crave
She is someone you should dread
She rides through the night
Such a ghostly sight
With the pale moon overhead
8-23-2022
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