Visha Kanya — Poison Damsel

In shadows born, the Poison Damsel weaves,
A siren's song her whispered breathes.
Raised 'neath the moon's pale, silken veil,
Her veins tainted, a ghostly trail.

O venomous lass, with a lethal touch,
Nature's cruel jest, a burden much.
Not of her own, this haunting guise,
Yet in her gaze, the wild sky sighs.

With each step, a nightshade bloom,
A dance of dusk 'til morning's gloom.
She never sought this thorny crown,
Yet fate's cruel tapestry weaves her gown.

A girl whom serpents dare not sting,
Her heart the wellspring of a fatal spring.
Yet in her eyes, the stars still sing,
Despite the shadow her presence brings.

The world she tastes with bittersweet,
A siren's lament where dream and poison meet.
Through twilight's veil, her tale shall soar,
A deadly grace none can ignore.