Where ink and sorrow blends,

Her soul to pen she lends.

A creator lost in realms of night,

Crafting verses from her endless plight.

Loneliness, her silent, faithful friend,

Witness to sacrifices without end.

Time spent in quest of unseen praise,

Leaves her adrift in a labyrinthine haze.

Her words, a dark and haunting choir,

Echoes of a heart consumed by fire.

Metaphors weave a shroud of mystery,

Veiling the scars of her silent history.

In the gothic night, she finds her way,

A writer's soul, forever led astray.