Dark Princess

In the shadows of the Feywild's darkened bower,
There dwells a princess, with beauty like the night,
Her hair, a cascade of ebony power,
Her gaze, a piercing, haunting sight.

With intellect sharp as a dagger's blade,
And cunning woven in her every art,
She lures you close, her trap so deftly laid,
A siren's call to captivate your heart.

Beware her smile, a fleeting, treacherous gleam,
For behind those lips lies a serpent's kiss,
She'll draw you in, then shatter every dream,
Leaving naught but ashes in her bliss.

Oh Princess Suntar, with darkness in your eyes,
A tempest lurks within your silent sighs.

Type

Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)