Cript (Secrets & Shadows)

The castle holds its frozen breath—
a winter’s death wrapped in silence,
where steel-cold crypts whisper secrets
buried deep beneath the stones.

Dragons haunt the night’s cold edge,
their burning eyes slicing shadows—
but even their fire cannot melt
the frost clutching her fragile soul.

She waits, cloaked in silence,
eyes flickering with hidden fear.
His footsteps—soft yet deadly—
draw nearer through the bitter dark.
He hunts the shadows where she hides,
but she cannot hide what lingers in her stare.

He pulls her back to the glassy lake—
his touch colder than the depths below.
Words fall like shards of ice,
promises tangled in a ghostly thread.
She hears but cannot listen,
lost beneath a spell older than time.

At dawn, she vanishes—
drowned in secrets, swallowed by silence.
The lake’s surface hides her flight,
a prisoner to the restless curse.

When night falls again,
his voice rides the storm winds—
calling, searching, relentless.
But castle walls crumble against the dark.
Only dragons remain—
keepers of her fading hope.

She slips beneath shallow waters—
where danger breathes beneath the waves,
the lady of the lake,
bound to the shadows of a haunted wake