the king’s sorceress had hovered nearby, those long, crooked fingers with twisted black fingernails pointing at his bleeding corpse as she spoke the curse that kept him alive but alone to this day. In shadows draped with feathers night, A fallen soul awaits the light. Eternal dusk, your heart’s refrain, Break this spell, remove your pain. Immortal chains, your tethered plea, Only when found, will you be free.
