Crown of Shadows

Beneath a crown of gnarled decay,
where ink-stained branches twist and sway,
she walks, untethered, yet confined,
a veil of ghosts her fractured mind.

Their wispy forms, pale whispers fraught,
haunt the depths her psyche sought.
Echoes wail in spectral rhyme,
veins entangled with threads of time.

Her eyes, eclipsed by twilight’s spell,
hold secrets only shadows tell.
A labyrinth of dreams takes flight,
where barren roots entwine with light.

The weightless crown, both bane and boon,
shimmers beneath a ghostly moon.
A luminous thread doth pierce the void,
where joy and sorrow are alloyed.

She reigns as queen of things unsaid,
a haunted forest on her head.
Through barren woods, her soul still roams,
a timeless graveyard she calls home.