A shadow plays with the melody that echoes in my heart, its hum a soothing song that only I can hear. The tune is unfamiliar, yet it casts a spell upon me, invoking desires that drift in the realm of ethereal prayers.
The shadow touches the image within me, an agony that stirs a love I can barely comprehend. The shades are strange, unknown to my soul, but the spell remains, its presence a constant reminder of my deepest fears as my soul bleeds beneath its weight.
This shadow also plays with the prayer within my heart, eroding my sins, leaving behind the guilt I can never escape. Peace is a concept I’ve never known, and though I yearn for it, the spell casts its darkness, and repentance flows quietly in my silent tears.
The shadow dances with the fire inside me, a flame that burns my past and leaves behind only the feeling of its warmth. I see no ashes from the burn, only the spell it casts. Damnation lingers, its tortures adhering to me like an unshakable chain.
Lastly, the shadow plays with the memories of my heart, peeling it open, revealing the haunt of lost moments and desires once cherished. Glee has long since departed, and the spell casts its final blow. My desires now rest in an austere grave, lost to time and shadows.