Prompt: In the depths of night, when hope fades fast,And shadows crawl where light once shone,Appears a crimson ghost, its magic cast,To reignite the flame that long has gone.Its eyes ablaze like coals of fire,A cloak that drapes in endless flow,It conjures secrets to inspire,And makes the heart with hope aglow.This ghostly figure shuns the day,And defies the rules of mortal law,It whispers secrets with a sway,That fills the void with eerie awe.The magic of this spectral host,Is in its crimson blood-like hue,That sends a chill down to the bone,And makes the heart beat black and blue.So when the darkness threatens to consume,And fear and doubt threaten to reign,Call forth the ghost with crimson plume,To light the way and break the chain.

Style: Fantasy Art