“They called you monsters… Yet you were my heart. My daughters, my legacy, my delight in this wretched eternity. And now... silence. The castle still breathes your laughter in the walls… But the air tastes like ashes.” Shattered glass, the wine still red, The echo fades, the warmth is dead. Portraits cry in gilded frames, And I whisper each forgotten name. Moonlight bleeds through velvet seams, Haunting halls that hold my dreams. Every step, a ghost replies, My kingdom mourns beneath the skies. The night is wide, my grief devours, A bloom of rage, a field of flowers. How dare the world still spin the same, When all my blood is gone to flame? Burned wings, torn lace, Their laughter carved across my face. My love was hunger, fierce, divine Now nothing’s left of my bloodline. Sing no requiem, sound no bell, Let heaven rot and hell rebel. I’ll drink the dark, I’ll wear the crime, And curse the thief of my bloodline. Candles melt like pleading eyes, I drown the moon in lullabies. Every whisper turns to screams, In this mausoleum of dreams. The mirrors lie, the roses fade, The scent of them will never trade. All that’s left my velvet rage, My daughters’ names upon the page. Was I a mother or a beast? They feared the hunger, not the feast. But love, oh love, it burned too bright And left me starving for the night. Burned wings, torn lace, Their laughter carved across my face. My love was hunger, fierce, divine Now nothing’s left of my bloodline. Drink the dark, adorn the pain, Crown the loss, repeat their names. I’ll haunt this hall till time resigns, A queen of ghosts, and broken wine. “You were all I had… my beautiful, terrible angels. The world took you from me but it will learn what it means to wake the dead. Let them come. I will paint eternity with their screams.”
