Malevolent (Dedicated...)

In a haunted palace, on the second floor,

Where monsters roam and wolves wait at the door.

Heart of darkness, pures malevolent art,

The queen of the cursed, tearing lives apart.

No children to love, only dolls made of cries,

Better silence your screams, don’t answer her lies.

Her smile a dagger, she grips your trust,

In her twisted hands, even gold turns to rust.

A friend in disguise, deceitful embrace,

Waits to witness your end in disgrace.

She pours her venom into the innocent stream,

With every sip, she shatteres each dream.

The third one lingers, fingers frail and cold,

Trapped in the silence, where horrors unfold.

The elders whisper tales of forgotten dread,

Yet no one stands, all hope is dead.

Falling turns to years, bones turn to dust,

Darkness swallows all, consuming the just.

Echoes of laughter, monsters hide in the gloom,

Awaiting the moment to seal your doom.