NightShade in the Cloister

**VERSE 1** Slip through shadows like a whispered sin, Imelda grins with a dagger‑thin grin. Nunchucks carved from the chapel pew, Swing once softly — lights out for you. **CHORUS** Nightshade creeping, secrets keeping, Silent vows she won’t stop reaping. If you feel a breeze behind your head— Imelda’s near. You’re better off dead. **VERSE 2** Footsteps vanish in a velvet hush, Heartbeat racing in a midnight rush. She hums a hymn as the darkness bends, Every note means your story ends. **CHORUS** Nightshade creeping, secrets keeping, Silent vows she won’t stop reaping. If you feel a breeze behind your head— Imelda’s near. You’re better off dead. **OUTRO** Nightshade’s kiss— You won’t be missed.