"Tales of gothic horror and romance feed on our darkest fears and desires"
said the dimly lit figure.
Sat by the fire, obscured by shadow,
I would have sworn it my doppelgänger.
Tell me your darkest secret and I'll tell you mine.
Tell me your story before the bells chime.
For when the bells ring we'll be out of time.
What is your darkest fear?
What is your darkest desire?
Pray tell me so that I can put out this quizzical fire.
I'm not a threat, neither good nor bad,
just nosy is all, looking to learn
seeking a spirit to join mine, I just yearn.
Damsels in distress, ruinous castles, cathedral spires tall
I've seen them all.
Brooding heroes, twilight trysts,
even the odd slick, slit wrist.
But hurry tell me what do you yearn?
For your telling I will return and I promise you life eternal.
Just sign your name binding our game