Born from the screams of hell,
In velvet corners where shadows dwell.
None dare speak or call her name;
She walks on flames of fallen men,
None dare refuse or refute her claim.
She hunts for blood in solemn grace,
Silently weaving her final embrace.
None dare return or go untraced;
The night weeps under her eyes,
Quietly watching the withered skies.
Skulls cover the castle floor,
Guarded by demons watching the door,
Always ready to hunt some more.
Sinister rituals follow her soul,
Striking fury that knows no control.
She haunts the darkness,
Playing games with life and death;
Her whispers taunt the endless breath,
Binding hearts in chains unseen,
Forever ruling as the Cursed Queen.