Gothgirl33, 21

In the heart of shadows, where the sun shuns, Lives Rosalina, in the realm of no one. Her eyes, dark pools of unspoken dreams, Hide tales of resilience, stitched with silent screams.

She walks through the abyss, where whispers coil, A land of eternal night, where shadows toil. Her brilliance, a flicker in the void’s grasp, A beacon of hope in the dark world's clasp.

Mysterious as the moon, with secrets untold, Her presence a whisper, both fierce and cold. Rosalina, queen of the forsaken night, Holds her crown of sorrow, with a grip so tight.

Her resilience, a fortress against despair, In the land where nightmares freely ensnare. Through the dark, her path she carves alone, In the kingdom of shadows, she has made her throne.