She is a Black Forest hiding beneath an aphotic moon
Her veins transform into ink-like branches ever expanding as ripples on magic lakes
'Tis a smoky template of color rising above a charcoal earth, where looming trees kiss dark nights
Admired are perching ravens residing within; their sacred feathers gleaming an ebony silk streaming like clouded star shafts
An obsidian musk enshrouds her doubts lingering on burnt tides
In this place stillness abides, unapproachable; yet, strong and contained
Mysterious, befalling a melenoid cloak, she sings light musings of a black wren unknown
In this place her untouched, nefarious particles shine beautiful as eternal shimmers of coal hued diamonds
Within her cocooned, sable midnight she drifts through dreams falling as dead leaves on comforting rivers