A cry for help long forgotten,
Muffled and suppressed into a bottle,
A yearning to breach the boundaries of nature,
And to turn the winter into summer.

Whispers of a past long gone,
Of which a château stands as testimony,
A crimson shawl swishes past,
Who's that lady in the dark?

A connection unbreakable,
A desire to know the unknown
Darkness is coming your way,
Be prepared, be warned.