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In the twilight of an ancient cathedral,

secrets untold Shrouded in shadow,

a history unfolds.

Stained glass reflects the darkness within

I unveil dark tales, where mysteries begin.

Spires rise like swords in the nighttime sky

Darkness dances, sharp edges amplify.

Bells toll, cries of imprisoned souls.

Whispering secrets, distant and unsettling, it tolls.

The echo of footsteps, a haunting refrain

Shadows of statues, seem to come to life again.

Past lives, like ghosts, silently roam

Where darkness resides, the living soul's home.

Bells toll, cries of imprisoned souls.