The Dark Room - A Never Ending Darkness [On Hold]

Cursed/Bloodlines

**Cursed One**

In shadows deep where moonlight fades,
A solitary soul in night parades.
Bound by chains unseen, unheard,
A silent scream, a whispered word.

Eyes that glimmer with a haunted past,
Memories that claw and ever last.
Each step a burden, each breath a plea,
To escape the darkened destiny.

The stars above, indifferent, cold,
Bear witness to a tale untold.
A heart that beats with sorrow's tune,
Under the gaze of a pitiless moon.

No light can pierce the shroud they wear,
No solace found in whispered prayer.
A journey endless, fraught with dread,
A cursed one, forever led.

In dreams they wander, seeking peace,
A fleeting hope that never sees release.
Through forests dark and barren lands,
They grasp at fate with trembling hands.

No sun to rise, no dawn to break,
No respite from the night’s cruel ache.
Their shadow cast on every path,
A specter of unfathomable wrath.

Voices call from ages past,
Ghostly echoes that forever last.
Reminders of the ancient wrong,
A sorrow sung in endless song.

Yet onward through the night they tread,
With heavy heart and weary head.
The cursed one, alone they roam,
In search of light, of lost way home.

But in this world of dark and dread,
No hope is found, no tears are shed.
For cursed they are, and cursed they stay,
In endless night, they lose their way.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Beneath the ever-watching sky,
They wander on, with hope now dim,
As shadows dance on the horizon’s rim.

The rivers whisper secrets old,
Of tales of sorrow left untold.
The winds they howl in mournful tune,
A dirge beneath the silent moon.

No sanctuary, no place to rest,
A heart that pounds within the chest.
Each heartbeat echoes through the night,
A drum of doom, devoid of light.

The cursed one’s path is fraught with fear,
No friendly voice to call them near.
In isolation, they remain,
Bound forever in their pain.

The nights grow long, the days are none,
An endless cycle never done.
A cursed existence, bleak and stark,
A soul forever lost in dark.

**Cursed Bloodlines**

Through ancient halls where shadows creep,
A lineage bound in secrets deep.
From sire to son, the curse is passed,
An echo of sins that forever last.

In portraits old, their eyes do weep,
For futures lost, for dreams they keep.
Whispers of doom in every breath,
A family marked by fate and death.

Generations bear the weight,
Of choices made, of twisted fate.
No dawn can break the endless night,
No wrongs can ever be made right.

The blood that courses through their veins,
Carries the weight of unseen chains.
Each birth a herald of despair,
A future dark, a fate unfair.

The walls adorned with tapestries,
Of sorrow's thread and tragedies.
Each stitch a tale of woe and pain,
A testament to loss and gain.

Fires burn in hearths long cold,
Stories of the damned retold.
A heritage of shadowed grief,
Of fleeting joy and stolen belief.

In every corner, darkness dwells,
In every heart, a silent hell.
No light can break the lineage's curse,
No prayers can lift the ancient verse.

The children born with eyes so wide,
Soon learn the truth they cannot hide.
Their legacy, a poisoned gift,
A burdened soul that none can lift.

From cradle’s cry to grave’s lament,
A life in sorrow, weary spent.
The cursed bloodlines, tangled tight,
In endless, hopeless, starless night.

And so they pass from age to age,
Each chapter written, each new page.
A story dark, of endless plight,
Of cursed bloodlines, lost to night.

The echoes of their ancestors' cries,
Resound in every newborn's eyes.
No joy can touch their troubled hearts,
As history’s shadow never departs.

In palaces of crumbling stone,
They sit on thrones, forever alone.
Their crowns, a weight of guilt and shame,
Their titles, marks of endless blame.

The gardens wilt, the rivers dry,
Beneath a never-changing sky.
The land itself, a mirror bleak,
Of tortured souls who dare not speak.

The elders tell of ancient wrongs,
Of broken oaths and mournful songs.
A curse that time cannot erase,
A stain upon the family’s face.

They seek redemption, strive in vain,
To cleanse their blood of ancient pain.
But every effort, every plea,
Falls silent in eternity.

The curse runs deep, its roots entwined,
In every thought, in every mind.
No act of love, no deed of grace,
Can lift the shadow from their face.

And so they wander through their days,
In haunted halls, in endless maze.
Bound by the past, they cannot flee,
The cursed bloodlines' legacy.