In lands fantastical, where shadows dance with might,
A tale of woe unfolds, by the dark of night.
A fair maiden, resolute, in Elven beauty's grace,
Rejects a noble's advances, his desires misplaced.
But wounded pride, a tempest fierce, ignites within his soul,
Seeking vengeance vile, his heart turns black as coal.
With spiteful rage, he strikes, his family's life undone,
A twisted act of reprisal, their light forever gone.
Yet she, upon learning, grief weighing on her heart,
Makes a fateful pact, her vengeance to impart.
To a demon of the dark, her soul she does concede,
An army of the undead, her vengeance they shall lead.
From the depths, they rise, a spectral legion grand,
Marching forth in shadows, at her command.
Haunted souls, bound by her dark pact's decree,
To seek the noble's demise, their spectral blades set free.
In moonlit battles, they clash, vengeance in their eyes,
A haunting symphony, where death itself defies.
With each fallen foe, her heart aches, remorse held tight,
As darkness stains her soul, turning day to endless night.
For in the pursuit of revenge, a heavy toll is paid,
A soul now lost, forever in the shadows swayed.
A tale of love denied, and vengeance's bitter sting,
In lands fantastical, where tragedies take wing.
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