Don't mind the lyrics

She longs for blood, glory to her name,

Beckoning death over her crimson frame.

Her boots whisper prayers to the dead,

Each step hymns a song, thread by thread.

Silver thorns curl like bangles on wrist,

Her eyes hold secrets that burn and twist.

A Koel sits upon her corset's flame,

Weaving a legend no heart could tame.

She breathes in shadows, a haunting decay,

A mistress of silence, concealed in play.

She brings the darkness to bless the night,

Her beauty, a dangerous but pleasing sight.