Immortal She

She roams, a whisper in the dark,

Her eyes, a void, so deep, so deep,

A harbinger, a spectral mark.

Her breath, a frost upon the air,

She moves with grace, a silent dread,

No mortal soul, no earthly care,

For she walks where the living dare not tread.

Beneath her gaze, the bravest cower,

Her voice, a siren’s call to doom,

She holds within, an ancient power,

A ghostly queen within her tomb.

Her laughter echoes through the still,

A melody of sorrow's choir,

Her touch, a chill, a bitter thrill,

Her presence ignites a haunting fire.

No chains can bind, no grave confine,

Immortal She, in death’s domain,

In her cold embrace, life does decline,

And fear is etched in every name.

Beware the night when shadows fall,

When silence speaks and stars align,

For Immortal She shall heed the call,

And with her, darkness shall enshrine.