In chambers dim, where anguish brims,
A tortured heart, by cruelty bound,
She suffered in the shadows' hymns,
Her spirit bruised, love's promise drowned.

A maiden frail, in woe's dark tale,
Her eyes held the ghosts of sorrow,
A heart, once brave, now worn and frail,
By love that waned and darkened tomorrow.

Beneath her silken, ghostly shroud,
The scars of love's relentless blight,
She lingered there, a phantom, bowed,
In the endless depths of night.

But through the mist of her despair,
A figure came with raven's wing,
His whispered oaths, a solemn prayer,
In haunting verses, he did sing.

With fingers cold, but touch so warm,
He traced her tears, once buried deep,
He brought her from the heart's cruel storm,
And taught her how to wake from sleep.

No more would torment reign supreme,
For she had found a love so eerie,
In his embrace, she'd find the dream,
Of life beyond the graveyard dreary.

In chambers black, where spirits caw,
A love story born in midnight's grace,
Two souls entwined, a devil's maw,
Together, they'd find a haunting place.

For love, once lost in a tragic lore,
Had risen from the grave of sorrow,
Hand in hand, they'd both explore,
A love that would transcend tomorrow.