Elegy of Ernaline

In shadows deep, where chaos reigns, A young woman dwells in sorrow stains, Hope once pure, now touched by Erebus' dark bane,

Whispers of death linger in the air, As ancient spirits weep in despair, Hope's soul consumed by haunting fare.

Lost in realms of endless night, Echoes of fear distort her sight, Yearning for dawn's comforting light.

Erebus' grip, a vise so tight, Hope struggles against the blight, Threads of hope interwoven with fright.

In this elegy of souls entwined, Where death and chaos are aligned, Hope's essence, once bright, now maligned.