Her angelic wails echo through the halls,
A seeming calm, a cautionary of the tragedy to befall,
My head goes blank, my mind a clear canvas, for your story untold, your picture unpainted, your perspective left unknown
my body moves on its own, as if drawn to her call, enticing me, bewitching me, desperately trying to enthrall
A melody so hard to resist, surrounds me in this unfamiliar bliss, carefully luring her victim into the abyss
I walk through these endless halls, forever dreaming, is this a punishment or perhaps something worth redeeming?
Her song, a silent whisper to all, a true ballad's tale, for she is her own bard so her story may prevail
Trapped inside, with a door locked without a key,
Left with nothing but time and fear as your company,
The light of a match as your guide, an envisionment of your hope and life,
A blazing flame as it erupts, leaving her heart engulfed
The sounds of her wails so loud,
Yearning to be free with no way of escape, no trail to lead out
The fire set ablaze lights the sky ,
Reminiscent of dawn during the sunrise
Once a beauty of galore,
Now but a piece to merely adore