Dreamy skies, foggy mornings,
Pierced by screaming, cold nights.
The sky bleeds black, the earth cracks open,
Unfolding mysteries buried deep.
There is a Chorus—
Bone-chilling, nerve-wracking.
Amidst the chaos,
A tune emerges:
The Pied Piper,
Alluring, deceiving,
Luring devotion to the self.
A path of roses, tainted by creeping darkness.
A heart full of thorns, bleeding scarlet.
In the valley of mystic shadows,
Scarlet found refuge in Fragmented hopes.
Barren eyes shed bloody tears,
A voice once lost now reclaimed.
A vow craved in crimson—
The storm its witness, the verdict cast.
“Oh, darling,
Let me die with a smile.
For as evil as I am,
I am damned to perish.”
— Scarlet Promise