- Whispers of the Gothic Night -
In the heart of a forsaken realm, where the moon casts no silver gleam,
A tale of woe and dread unfolds, in the shadows of a gothic dream,
Beneath the crumbling towers and statues draped in creeping vine,
Lies a cursed land of eternal night, where the damned souls entwine.
Here, a haunted castle looms, its spires piercing the ink-black sky,
Its stone walls seeping melancholy, where forlorn spirits endlessly sigh,
Ivy, like an ageless memory, clings to the morose facade,
Within its depths, a tale of horror, where despair is ever clad.
Moss-covered tombs, like sentinels, stand in the moon's mournful glow,
Their epitaphs, forgotten whispers of those who rest below,
In the churchyard, where the silence is a heavy, chilling shroud,
The specters of the cursed haunt the graves, their voices soft, yet loud.
The chapel, a place of unholy rites, where crimson candles flicker low,
Within, the altar waits, adorned with sacrifices in a midnight show,
A convocation of phantoms, with hollow eyes of desolation,
Offer homage to the shadows, in a cursed congregation.
The forest that surrounds, an ancient, gnarled, and twisted wood,
Is home to beasts unseen, their roars like the growls of the misunderstood,
Beneath the boughs, the lost souls wander, seeking solace in the gloom,
Trapped in this nightmarish thicket, where the trees conceal their doom.
Within the manor's hallways, cold drafts whisper chilling verses,
In the dim candlelight, portraits on the walls mutter mournful curses,
Specters glide in a haunting dance, their gowns of tattered lace,
Twisting in a macabre waltz, they yearn for an escape.
A chamber sealed for ages past, hides a secret ever darker,
A cryptic, ancient passage, an abyss of endless ardor,
Where demons from forgotten realms, their eyes filled with despair,
Wait for the unsuspecting soul to wander into their snare.
So in this gothic nightmare, where despair and torment breed,
Beware the manor's chilling depths, where the darkest secrets feed,
For once ensnared within its grasp, you'll find no escape from here,
Your soul, forever imprisoned, in this realm of ceaseless fear.
