In shadows deep, where moonlight weaves,
Lies Wednesday, where darkness breathes.
With raven hair and eyes of coal,
She wanders through the eerie knoll.

In Adams halls, her spirit roams,
A girl of silence, thoughts unknown.
Her heart a chamber, locked away,
In shades of gray, she finds her way.

On Wednesdays, secrets softly speak,
In whispers low, the darkness seeks.
She dances with the ghosts of night,
Her steps are silent, out of sight.

Yet in her gaze, a spark ignites,
A hint of mischief, dim moonlight.
She’s more than gloom, more than dread,
A tapestry of hues unsaid.

In Adams mansion, where shadows play,
Wednesday lingers, day by day.
A soul untamed, a mystery spun,
In her, the night and day are one.