In shadows she hides, a wretched soul,
A female specter, her heart ice-cold.
A stalker of souls, in the dead of night,
She haunts the unsuspecting, a chilling sight.

With raven locks cascading, as dark as sin,
Eyes that pierce the soul, a wicked grin.
Her presence whispers dread, a luring spell,
A predator disguised, where shadows dwell.

She follows in silence, footsteps unheard,
Through the labyrinth of fear, her prey ensnared.
A phantom in the night, her passion fierce,
Obsessed with possession, her longing fierce.

From behind each corner, she watches and...