A Journey of Forgotten Pain

In shadows deep and silence stark,
A young soul stirs, lost in the dark,
Awakening to a cold embrace,
In chains of fear, trapped in this place.

Bloody tears stain her ashen cheek,
A heart once whole, now frail and weak,
Echoes of torment haunt the air,
As she gathers strength from despair.

With trembling hands and eyes that weep,
She vows to rise from shadows deep,
Against the void, her spirit dares,
To break free from these nightmarish snares.

Through corridors of whispered dread,
Where the walls themselves seem to have bled,
She navigates the labyrinth's gloom,
Her will a beacon in the tomb.

Each step a battle, each breath a prayer,
Against the specters lurking there,
Her courage flickers, a fragile flame,
In the heart of darkness, she stakes her claim.

Beneath the gaze of a malevolent moon,
She faces her captor, a presence of doom,
A figure cloaked in shadows black,
With eyes that pierce, a soul to crack.

Yet in her eyes, a fire ignites,
Defiance burning through the night,
No longer a victim, no longer a pawn,
She stands her ground, her spirit drawn.

In a final dance of wills entwined,
She breaks the chains that bind her mind,
With one last scream that shakes the earth,
She claims her freedom, a triumphant rebirth.

The labyrinth trembles, the shadows flee,
As she emerges, strong and free,
A survivor born from depths unknown,
Her story etched in whispers, a legend sown.