The Ghost and His Midnight Bride NFT

Under the hush of a midnight gleam, She walks the edge of a haunted dream. Horns like sapphires, eyes aflame, She whispers night and calls it by name. A lollipop grin, carved bright and small, Holds secrets of souls who dared to call. Her beauty burns, her laughter bites, A mistress born of shadowe...d nights. Stars bow low when she passes through, Draped in velvet, in cursed blue. For even the devils, trembling, say— She owns the dark in her own sweet way. (more)