In the realm of shadows, a cursed soul resides,
A woman in tarnished mail, where darkness abides,
No longer hale, she bleeds from ancient wounds,
Though dead for many moons, her suffering still looms,

The light has long since left her weary eyes,
Tired from all the pain, the torment, and the lies.
Once blessed by Evil, now cursed and impure,
She searched heaven's gates, only to reach hell's allure,

In a cycle of punishment, she's trapped and confined,
A soul condemned to suffer, with no peace to find
This empty hearse, a symbol of her lonely ride,
Her mind, a switch, toggling between despair and pride,

Yearning to turn back time, to reverse the evil spell,
But trapped in this eternal darkness, she can only dwell,
These are the dark nights that encapsulate her fears,
A cursed soul, rusted heart, and diseased tears,

In the depths of her despair, a demon dressed in light,
Came to her in the night, offering a twisted insight
Lost and waiting for a new breath, she lingers in the abyss,
A soul cursed, forever trapped in its own twisted bliss. . . .