Lady of Sorrow

Lady of Sorrow

On a night, which was dark and dreary, there I saw her. Standing in the foyer, her figure shrouded in shadow and mystery. Her face was pale, her eyes empty, and her presence sent shivers down my spine.

I approached her cautiously, unsure of what to expect. Was she a ghost, a figment of my imagination, or something more sinister? As I drew closer, I could hear the sound of her breathing, slow and labored, as if she was struggling to hold on to life.

"Who are you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of the rain pounding against the windows.

She turned to face me, and for a moment, I was lost in the depths of her eyes. They were like pools of darkness, drawing me in and refusing to let me go.

"I am the Lady of Sorrow," she whispered, her voice soft and haunting. "I am the keeper of pain and grief, the harbinger of despair."

As she spoke, I could feel the weight of her words pressing down on me, suffocating me with their intensity. I wanted to run, to flee from her presence, but I was rooted to the spot, unable to move.

And then, just

On that night, the sky was as black as the abyss and the wind howled like the souls of the damned. It was a night that would have made even the bravest of men shudder in fear, but I was not alone. There she stood, in the foyer, her figure looming like a specter of death.

I approached her with trepidation, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. As I drew closer, I could see that her face was contorted in agony, her eyes wide and unseeing, as if staring into the abyss.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I am the Lady of Sorrow," she replied, her voice a haunting melody that sent chills down my spine. "I am the harbinger of despair, the bringer of death."

As she spoke, I could feel the darkness closing in around me, suffocating me with its icy grip. Her words were like daggers, piercing my soul and leaving me wounded and vulnerable.

And then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone, leaving behind a trail of cold emptiness. I was alone in the darkness, lost in a sea of terror and uncertainty.

As the night wore on, the memory of her lingered like a dark and sinister curse. The Lady of Sorrow had come to me on that night, and I knew that her shadow would haunt me for eternity. The weight of her morose thought pressed down on me like a leaden shroud, and I could not escape the feeling that I was forever doomed to wander in the shadows, a prisoner of my own fear.

Poem:

On a night so dark and dreary,

In the foyer, stood a lady eerie.

Her form was shrouded in mystery,

And her eyes were filled with misery.

I approached her with fear in my heart,

Wondering if this was just the start.

Of a tale that was doomed to end,

In tragedy that I could not comprehend.

She spoke in a voice so hauntingly sweet,

But her words were like a cursed deceit.

"I am the Lady of Sorrow," she said,

"The bringer of pain and grief, undead."

I could feel the weight of her words,

Like a noose around my neck that hurt.

She was the harbinger of despair,

Her presence a nightmare I could not bear.

And then, as quickly as she had appeared,

She vanished, leaving me with a fear,

That haunted me for days and nights,

Filling my soul with endless frights.

The Lady of Sorrow, a ghostly wraith,

Left me with a morose thought, full of death.

I knew then that I was forever changed,

By a darkness that could not be tamed.

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