The Skull’s Moonborn Siren NFT

She rose from bone, from dust, from sin, A whisper where the void begins. The moonlight carved her silver skin, And bound her soul to what lies within. Her wings are shards of midnight flame, Her lips recite the nameless name. The roses bloom but bleed like stone, For every petal hides a bone. She... sits atop the graveyard’s throne, A temptress carved of star and moan. Her gaze devours, her touch enslaves, A mistress born of skulls and graves. (more)