Amidst the damp and murky walls, In the darkness, the model falls, Lying on the ground, covered in leaves, She gazes upward, in disbelief.
The chains that bind her are cold and tight, She struggles to break free with all her might, But the weight of the world seems too much to bear, And she finds herself lost in this nightmare.
The musty smell of the dungeon fills the air, As she tries to gather her thoughts with despair, She wonders how she ended up in this place, And longs to see the light of day on her face.
But for now, she lies there, helpless and alone, In this dungeon, where the darkness has grown, And as she looks up at the sky above, She prays for the strength to find her love.