Wednesday's child full of woe,
obsidian shades and macabre shadows,
a palette of doom, an ebony bloom,
an intrepid blend of morbid hues!
Pale visage, blood-red lips,
orbs the beholders of quietus,
obdurate, the contours of her heart,
a robust soul glows in the embrace of dark!
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