Within the enthralled darkness,
my soul is sold out to the underworld,
Where shadows dance in twisted grace,
And secrets whisper, unfurled.
In depths unseen, a realm unknown,
My spirit wanders, lost and prone.
Seduced by whispers, tempting cries,
I yield my essence, as darkness lies.
The underworld's presence, a wicked lure,
Its promises entice, my will unsure.
Within its clutches, I'm bound, confined,
A captive to the depths of my mind.
Yet even this stygian domain,
A tinge of light, a hope remains.
For deep within, a spark ignites,
A beacon of truth amidst the nights.
With courage as my guide, I strive,
To break free from the shadows alive.
To reclaim my soul, untainted and free,
From the clutches of this grim decree.
Through trials endured, I shall emerge,
From the depths of darkness, I'll surge.
And rise anew, with strength untold,
A phoenix reborn, uncontrolled.
For even in the darkest hour's plight,
There lies the seed of eternal light.
So, fear not the depths that hold you tight,
Hold onto your spirit, reclaim your might.
Within the enthralled darkness, I'll find,
The power within, my soul enshrined.
No longer sold to the underworld's sway,
I'll rise triumphant, in the light of day.
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