Her

On a far side, the darkest corner of all, lies beyond a length, a life in enthral, Always in their rings, the mourning bells, Oh! but not a sound leaves that torrid hell ! In hollered ire, weeping waves they ride, a flood of torment, eyes always they hide, caught in treacherous trap, a soul will subside, hollow promises they, always in echo inside. A quest it gleams, for a truth in chains, cells corrode, in screams those torrent pains, words they savage, a mind becoming insane, And in her sacrifice, this game of endless slain. A slave in use, in their game of relentless greed, heart moans in gore, where they ruthlessly breed, ageless dungeon, bound by spell , in lies her unheard pleads, and without soul or two to grieve, that life slowly recedes.