It started softly, a touch, a smile,
A fleeting moment that stayed awhile.
Two hearts unguarded, a love untamed,
A fire within they could not name.
Their fingers twined, their souls in flight,
Two beating hearts in the hush of night.
But darkness watched with jealous eyes,
And hatred wove its wicked lies.
For in that land where shadows grew,
No joy was meant to wander through.
The servants of evil, bitter and sly,
Plotted in silence beneath the sky.
Yet love was blind to the creeping threat,
Their souls in a dance they’d never forget.
Under a moon of silver glow,
They lay embraced where the rivers flow.
She woke to dawn with a tender sigh,
Gazing on him as the stars passed by.
His beating heart was her sweetest song,
A melody steady, soft, and strong.
Yet far away, a whisper came,
A haunting call that spoke her name.
Drawn by a tune both strange and sweet,
She rose and wandered on silent feet.
Through forest shadows, dark and deep,
Where ancient winds would cry and weep,
She climbed a hill where a castle stood,
Its gates adorned with gems and wood.
“Turn back!” the rustling branches pled,
But forth she went where angels dread.
Within those halls, all gold and grand,
No warmth or welcome touched her hand.
She called aloud, but none replied,
Her voice was swallowed, echoes lied.
She turned to leave, her breath grew cold,
And saw a mirror framed in gold.
But in its glass, a curse was cast,
A circle of witches, shadows vast.
They bound her there in chains unseen,
To serve their will, their wicked queen.
She cried his name, but he lay still,
Dreaming beneath the starlit hill.
When morning came, he woke alone,
Believing her heart to be turned to stone.
She watched him leave, her soul in pain,
Called out his name, but called in vain.
Imprisoned now, her spirit thin,
She prays for hope, for light to win.
Once she danced in love’s embrace,
Now darkness veils her gentle face.
A servant bound by evil’s creed,
She longs for love to set her free.
