There was once a painted lady, she worked through the night,
A shadow in moonlight, flickering in flight.
Her colors were secrets, her wings whispered tight,
A silent enigma in the pale starlight.
If ever she caught you, beware her keen bite,
A sting like a whisper, swift as the night.
Her beauty concealed a fierce, hidden might,
A guardian of shadows, born of twilight.
She dances on edges where danger and dreams entwine,
A creature of mystery, both deadly and divine.
In the quiet darkness, she silently reigns,
The painted lady, in her haunting refrains.
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