the bells once rang with silver chime in golden days of sunlit time but silence clings where echoes fade for now the land is lost to shade the castle stands with hollow eyes its towers scraped by ashen skies no fire burns, no voices call just whispers bleeding through the hall the garden’s bloom has turned to dust the rivers black with grief and rust the villagers, long turned to stone stand frozen cold, their names unknown a wicked wish, a whispered spell a promise made in darkened dell a queen who knelt, a price was paid to bring her love back from the grave but love once dead will not return and fate will twist, and curses burn for now she walks where none still live with empty arms and none to give the curse will break, the tale will end when one arrives who does not bend who walks through shadow, calls the light and dares to name the spell by right but who will come, and who will dare? the kingdom waits in poisoned air a ghostly queen, a fate grown grim the curse still sings its hollow hymn