In the shadowed woods, where whispers weave,  
A faerie danced with twilight's breeze.  
With wings of midnight, dark and light,  
She soared through dreams of endless night.

Against the odds, in realms of dread,  
Where ancient fears and shadows tread,  
She found her strength, her fire within,  
To conquer night and darkness grim.

In hollow halls where specters moan,  
She faced the doom, her heart a stone.  
The moonlight pale, her only guide,  
Through tangled dreams where shadows hide.

The raven croaked its mournful song,  
But she, the faerie, proud and strong,  
Defied the darkness, cold and deep,  
Awoke from nightmares' endless sleep.

Against the odds, in realms of dread,  
Where ancient fears and shadows tread, 

She found her strength, her fire within,  
To conquer night and darkness grim.

Through haunted groves where phantoms weep,  
She danced on fears, her soul to keep.  
With every step, the shadows waned,  
The echoes of her triumphs gained.

And as the dawn broke through the mist, 

Her victory sealed with darkness kissed. 
The faerie, fierce, in shadows' land,  
Had won her fight, by dark command.