In the hush of midnight,
she stands, a silhouette
against a backdrop of shifting shadows,
the crone’s laughter echoing
like distant thunder,
deep and resonant,
but she, a metalhead heart
wrapped in lace and leather,
feels the tug of time like a heavy cloak,
the weight of years...
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