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Beneath the stones

so cold and grey,

A captive waits

in endless night,

His mind erodes,

begins to fray,

A soul bereft

of hope and light.

The chains that bite his flesh so deep

Ah, Each hour drags, he dares not sleep

The echoes taunt with phantom cries

A court of ghosts with hollow eyes

He speaks aloud,

yet none respond,

His words dissolve

in vacant air,

To walls and stone

he forms a bond,

Their silence far

too much to bear.

A specter formed of fear and doubt

A mind decayed from years without

The echoes taunt with phantom cries

A court of ghosts with hollow eyes

The dungeon door, a bolted tomb

His madness whispers in the gloom

The echoes taunt with phantom cries

A court of ghosts with hollow eyes

A traitor made in grand display

The crown he served, now turned away