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Church of the Damned.  Model: Olinka Lickova

Olinka in the Church of the Damned

In the Church of the Damned, where shadows dance,

Olinka stands, exalted, a spectral trance.

Above the dark demons and undead wail,

She rises, a figure in a ghostly veil.

The air, thick with a greenish swampy haze,

Creeps through the crevasses, in a spectral daze.

The rotting basilica, a haunted stage,

Its pilasters crumble in an ancient age.

Olinka’s presence, a beacon in the gloom,

A silhouette against the haunted tomb.

Her eyes, pools of mystery, deep and vast,

Hold the secrets of a forgotten past.

Around her, the undead whisper in despair,

Demons bow in reverence, a macabre affair.

As the swampy mist encircles each decayed stone,

Olinka stands, in majesty, alone.

A symphony of darkness, a spectral ballet,

In the Church of the Damned, where shadows play.

Olinka, a queen in this ethereal domain,

In haunting beauty, she shall forever reign.