Among the souls of Hemlock Town, Lilith Blackwood stands apart. She moves through St. Sybil's Refuge like a winter wind, her touch bringing an unnatural chill that seems to seep into the very stones of the building. Her eyes, dark as midnight, hold shadows of a past she can't escape. Cursed to turn everything around her to figurative stone, Lilith yearns for warmth and connection. In quiet moments, a flicker of hope passes across her face, but the curse presses on, extinguishing it quickly. She fears not for herself, but for those around her, a tragic soul granted refuge by St. Sybil.
[Verse 1]
In Hemlock's shroud, a town despaired,
Where shadows twist and secrets flared.
Lilith roams with night-dark eyes,
Her tresses black as midnight skies.
[Chorus 1]
Forgotten orphan, lost in shade,
Her prayers whispered, softly fade.
Whispers stir within her soul,
Cursed breaths that cloud, and take their toll.
[Verse 2]
At Saint Sybil's side so grim,
Footsteps echo, spectres swim.
Fateful day when loss did sweep,
Family to dust, left her to weep.
[Verse 3]
Her touch now cold, a chilling spree,
Sparks fear in hearts, sets terror free.
Halls whisper tales of dark design,
Where hope once bloomed, now fears entwine.
[Chorus 2]
Forgotten orphan, cursed by shade,
Her dreams of warmth begin to fade.
Whispers grow within her soul,
As darkness takes its dreadful toll.
[Bridge]
Longs to shed her cursed skin,
Fears the beast that stirs within.
Chains that bind through endless night,
Tossed in tumult, lost from light.
[Verse 4]
Comrades flinch from her cold gaze,
Seeking shelter from her haze.
Frost encroaches, swift and vast,
Her touch a curse, an outcast cast.
[Verse 5]
Sometimes in the velvet night,
Slivers of moon grant dreams of light.
But darkness lingers, deep and bold,
As nightmares tighten their cruel hold.
[Chorus 3]
Orphan child, embraced by shade,
Her hope, like mist, begins to fade.
Whispers roar within her soul,
As curse and shadow take control.
[Verse 6]
Silence falls, cold stones now weep,
Cracked mirrors dark, their secrets keep.
Snap, snap, SNAP—new wounds arise,
Rattle, RATTLE, curse amplifies.
[Verse 7]
Shattered glass, a fleeting sight,
Serpent whispers in the night.
A face not hers, yet darkly known,
A twisted visage, carved in bone.
[Verse 8]
Mirrored shards, each stabbing pain,
Reflect her loss, a maddening strain.
A soul divided, torn in two,
As darkness claims what once was true.
[Outro]
Lilith, child of endless shade,
Her very essence starts to fade.
Whispers consume her fractured soul,
The curse complete, it takes its toll.