By Maegor's holdfast, where shadows clung, Helaena knelt, her spirit wrung. Grief, a crushing weight, upon her throne, Haunted by whispers, flesh and bone.
Visions of sons, a fleeting grace, Stolen smiles etched on a mournful face. Jaehaerys' light, forever dimmed, Maelor's laughter, forever hymned.
"Gods," she breathed, a plea in vain, "For their return, I'd etch a bloody stain." A stir in darkness, a form took hold, A promise whispered, a story untold.
Cloaked in night, a voice that chilled, Of solace offered, a bargain willed. Wishes granted, on shadowed breath, A twisted solace, a dance with death.
Helaena scoffed, a hollow sound, "What comfort in this barren ground? My sons I yearn for, laughter's chime, My daughter's safety, lost to time."
The wraith shifted, a silent grin, A future woven, a web of sin. Laughter echoing, halls alight, Vengeance swift in the dead of night. A daughter's bloom, untainted, pure, Yet distant, love that can't endure.
A vision bloomed, a cruel mirage, Hope's embers flickering in endless rage. Doubt, a serpent, coiled and tight, Could shadows mend, or steal the light?
Eyes burned with fire, a wordless plea, A pact to forge, a destiny. In darkness kneeling, hope's fragile thread, A mother's bargain, with the unsaid.
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