Looks pretty spooky eh? Did the lighting myself.
Let me set the scene:
The tendrils of mist glowed with an unearthly backlight on the terrifying but beautiful monster of undeath who glided, silently, from the crypt where she wandered in eternal wakefulness. Eldritch runes—
One always has to use the word “eldritch” in stories like this.
—Eldritch runes sparked to life in the unhallowed earth, pulsing with a necromantic light beneath her slippered feet…
Ooh, chills! Compare to the real deal:
I think I win.