Description
In the realm of shadows, a tale unfurls,
"Ghost of the Undead," in charcoal swirls,
A 2D specter, from the darkness it's born,
Whispering secrets of nights forlorn.
The plague priestess departs, but not to sever,
A farewell for now, but she shall return, whenever,
With whispers of doom and a mystic allure,
In the future, her presence, once more, to endure.