I find myself trapped in the dark web of your black magic. You, the reaper, have made my soul your home, and I am its captive. Every thought of yours has ensnared me, so deeply that I no longer know where I end and you begin. I am unaware of everything, lost to your spell, as if time itself should freeze right here, in this exact moment. The night dies slowly around us, and we—the only two shadows that remain—are tangled in this moment, lost in the chaos you’ve created. I am but a slave to your will, my spirit slipping away as I surrender myself completely to you.
Once again, I am bound by your black magic. It’s as if destiny itself has woven a dark sky above me, one that cloaks the light and stifles my breath. Your voice, cold and commanding, becomes a death knell in the night, the sound of the world fading with each word. The detestation in your eyes burns with a frigid, unrelenting rage that takes over me, suffocating my soul. I can’t escape. I can’t elude. Once again, you conquer me with your power, leaving me helpless in your grasp.
I am the broken crystal in your hands, the delicate piece you manipulate without mercy. A mere pawn on the board of fate, tossed aside, uncertain of where I belong. And yet, I can’t escape you. You, the ventriloquist, control every movement, every breath I take. I am but a hollow puppet, and this is my final act. I say goodbye, even as I feel your presence exiling the last traces of sanity within me. I am condemned to this fate. I am—again—your victim to your black magic.