The Cursed Kingdom
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
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