Waves wash away the written names, and in the deep blue sea, darkness reigns. Standing at the coast, I gaze upon a dark castle, waiting for a tempest that might disguise a miracle.
They say behind those foreboding walls lives an empress—one who embodies rage, sadness, nothingness, and sorrow. The day you meet her, as the sea meets the shore, your heart, mind, and soul will be forever disturbed.
Her veil lifts, and an eclipse begins. My thoughts, my words, my verses sink into the abyss. The darkness of her lashes now eclipses the sun, and the twinkling stars of midnight are mercilessly obscured.
The coast is cursed, touched by the solitude of her presence. Her black hair falls, and damnation continues. Her cloak spills across the horizon, and she moves nearer. “Trespassers of forbidden sanctuary, it’s time to be sued,” she declares.
She stabs me in the heart, and the tempest begins. My queries remain unsatisfied, my thoughts restless. Another demise is written in the endless book of necromancy, and the fable unravels in the sea’s current.