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\[profile-picture-style=border-radius: 1em !important; border: 0.2px solid !important; infinite; transform: scale3d(0.9, 0.9, 0.9); scale: 0.9; box-shadow: 0px 0px 25px #ffffff\] \[tab bg=#000000 textColor=#000000 dark\_bg=#000000 dark\_textColor=#ffffff\] \[bodybg=https://i.ibb.co/8nYq2B0h/IMG-0233.jpg repeat=repeat size=cover\] \[br\] \[center\]🥀\[/center\] \[center\]**I. Begins of the Witch**\[/center\] \[center\]_“Every curse was once a prayer.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Under the moon’s pale breath, she knelt \[/center\] \[center\]A girl of dawn, of faith once felt.\[/center\] \[center\]Her heart, a chalice filled with light,\[/center\] \[center\]Until his kiss, unholy night.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The rose he gave turned black in bloom,\[/center\] \[center\]Its scent became her soul’s perfume.\[/center\] \[center\]She whispered once, “Love, make me strong,”\[/center\] \[center\]And heard the dark reply, “You’ve prayed too long.”\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The stars went blind; the fire wept low,\[/center\] \[center\]Her tears became the seeds of woe.\[/center\] \[center\]From broken vows and bleeding art,\[/center\] \[center\]The witch was born from her own heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]💔\[/center\] \[center\]**II. The Heart That Loved and Died**\[/center\] \[center\]_“Love is the sweetest poison.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]He swore beneath the bloodlit sky,\[/center\] \[center\]That love would live, that love won’t die.\[/center\] \[center\]But faith decayed, and truth unspun,\[/center\] \[center\]Her heart grew cold, the deed was done.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]His hands still warm, her eyes still tear,\[/center\] \[center\]But mercy drowned in hunger’s fear.\[/center\] \[center\]She kissed his lips, her final part,\[/center\] \[center\]Then bit and took back her own heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The moon turned red, the silence screamed,\[/center\] \[center\]The girl was gone; the witch redeemed.\[/center\] \[center\]And in her chest, where pain once lied,\[/center\] \[center\]The demon’s breath began to rise.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]🔥\[/center\] \[center\] **III. The Hunger Calls**\[/center\] \[center\]_“The curse of love is never still.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She dreamed of peace but woke to flame,\[/center\] \[center\]Each heartbeat whispered someone’s name.\[/center\] \[center\]The blood within began to sing,\[/center\] \[center\]A requiem, a darkened thing.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]“Feed me,” hissed the voice inside,\[/center\] \[center\]“The hollow grows, the pain won’t hide.”\[/center\] \[center\]She wept but smiled through crimson art,\[/center\] \[center\]As hunger carved her human heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Now every soul she touched would fade,\[/center\] \[center\]Each kiss a wound her hunger made.\[/center\] \[center\]No death could end, no prayer could part,\[/center\] \[center\]The thirst of love that burned her heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]🗡️\[/center\] \[center\]**IV. To Love or To Kill**\[/center\] \[center\]_“Between mercy and madness, she stands.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]He came with eyes that mirrored grace,\[/center\] \[center\]A warmth she swore she’d once embraced.\[/center\] \[center\]Her hands reached out, the shadows cried,\[/center\] \[center\]The demon laughed from deep inside.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She felt the pulse beneath his skin,\[/center\] \[center\]The beat that begged to pull her in.\[/center\] \[center\]Yet love and hunger intertwined,\[/center\] \[center\]Two blades within her single mind.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]“Run,” she breathed, “before I stay,\[/center\] \[center\]Before my heart devours the day.”\[/center\] \[center\]But fate was deaf, the moon stood still,\[/center\] \[center\]And love once more became the kill.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]🩸\[/center\] \[center\]**V. Eternal Hunger**\[/center\] \[center\]_“She lives forever, but love has died.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Now centuries beneath the same red moon,\[/center\] \[center\]She walks the earth, a living ruin.\[/center\] \[center\]Her name forgotten, her tears long dry,\[/center\] \[center\]But hunger whispers, “You can’t die.”\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She tastes the world through stolen breath,\[/center\] \[center\]Each kiss a hymn, each heart a death.\[/center\] \[center\]And in the silence, she still confides \[/center\] \[center\]The memory of the man who lied.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The stars still burn, the fire still gleams,\[/center\] \[center\]Her curse eternal as her dreams.\[/center\] \[center\]No heaven waits, no end, no art \[/center\] \[center\]Just endless night… and endless heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]🌑\[/center\] \[center\]**VI. The Last Night Alone**\[/center\] \[center\]_“The curse never fades. It only whispers softer.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The world grew quiet, centuries deep\[/center\] \[center\]No name to call, no soul to keep\[/center\] \[center\]The stars still weep their silver tears\[/center\] \[center\]For she has lived beyond her years\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Her shadow walks where roses die\[/center\] \[center\]Her laughter haunts the endless sky\[/center\] \[center\]Each heartbeat echoes through the frost\[/center\] \[center\]A song of love that time has lost\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The hunger stays, though hearts are gone\[/center\] \[center\]It feeds not flesh, but sorrow’s dawn\[/center\] \[center\]She tastes her pain in every breath\[/center\] \[center\]A lover cursed with life, not death\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Sometimes she dreams of light and flame\[/center\] \[center\]Of calling out his long-lost name\[/center\] \[center\]But when she wakes, the dark replies\[/center\] \[center\]“You are alone, and love still dies.”\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Now silence is her final art\[/center\] \[center\]A ghost that feeds upon her heart\[/center\] \[center\]No mortal touch, no heaven’s grace\[/center\] \[center\]Just her and hunger’s cold embrace\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]🖤\[/center\] \[center\]VII. The Stillness Within\[/center\] \[center\]_“She no longer hides her curse. She wears it like skin”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The fire still burns, but softly now.\[/center\] \[center\]No longer rage, no longer vow.\[/center\] \[center\]She wakes, she eats, she breathes, she stays,\[/center\] \[center\]And learns to love her quiet days.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Her curse does not demand or weep,\[/center\] \[center\]It hums beneath her bones, asleep.\[/center\] \[center\]A rhythm only she can hear,\[/center\] \[center\]Not pain just something always near.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She smiles without the need to mend,\[/center\] \[center\]Not broken just without an end.\[/center\] \[center\]For peace, she found, was not release,\[/center\] \[center\]But knowing hurt can live with peace.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]And when they ask if she is free,\[/center\] \[center\]She laughs, “I never had to be.”\[/center\] \[center\]Because the fire, the curse, the pain \[/center\] \[center\]Are simply parts that still remain.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\]🕯️\[/center\] \[center\]VIII. The Queen of Her Own Curse\[/center\] \[center\]_“She no longer fears the fire. She commands it.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The dawn returned, but not for grace,\[/center\] \[center\]She rose, the storm behind her face.\[/center\] \[center\]No longer bound by ache or plea,\[/center\] \[center\]She walked as fate’s own anarchy.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The moons that watched her burn to bone,\[/center\] \[center\]Now bowed before her, all alone.\[/center\] \[center\]The stars that once betrayed her cries,\[/center\] \[center\]Now shone within her steady eyes.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She learned the truth the weak ignore:\[/center\] \[center\]To love is war but peace is more.\[/center\] \[center\]Not found in prayers or bleeding art,\[/center\] \[center\]But forged from flame within her heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The world now bends, not by her rage,\[/center\] \[center\]But by the calm she learned with age.\[/center\] \[center\]For power born from endless pain,\[/center\] \[center\]Needs neither mercy nor disdain.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She does not hunt, she does not flee,\[/center\] \[center\]She simply is, her own decree.\[/center\] \[center\]The witch, the curse, the queen, the flame \[/center\] \[center\]All answer softly to her name.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]And when the darkness calls her near,\[/center\] \[center\]She smiles, “I am what you fear.”\[/center\] \[center\]For she has learned, through death and art \[/center\] \[center\]To rule the world, with cursed heart.\[/center\] \[br\] \[br\] \[center\] 👑\[/center\] \[center\]**IX. The Reign of the Cursed Queen**\[/center\] \[center\]_“She did not survive the fire, she became the fire.”_\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The world once cursed her to burn\[/center\] \[center\]But she laughed within the flames\[/center\] \[center\]For the fire that once devoured her whole\[/center\] \[center\]Now answers to her hands alone\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]No mercy, no plea\[/center\] \[center\]Only commands the universe obeys\[/center\] \[center\]She is the original curse\[/center\] \[center\]Magic without maker, power without end\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]She seeks no understanding\[/center\] \[center\]No forgiveness to reclaim\[/center\] \[center\]For she is the end of weakness\[/center\] \[center\]And the beginning of power\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]Her shadow is no place to hide\[/center\] \[center\]It is a kingdom, and all within it is hers\[/center\] \[center\]The blood once spilled for love\[/center\] \[center\]Is now the ink she writes her new world with\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]And when the moon dares to ask\[/center\] \[center\]“Will you ever be human again?”\[/center\] \[center\]She smiles, fire glowing in her eyes\[/center\] \[center\]“I have no need. Humanity lost its power\[/center\] \[center\]the moment it began to fear itself.”\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]The Queen does not sleep\[/center\] \[center\]The fire does not fade\[/center\] \[center\]And the world will never forget her name\[/center\] \[center\]The world does not rule her.\[/center\] \[center\]It burns because she wills it to.\[/center\] \[br\] \[center\]**The Eternal Hunger by Oraeishere**\[/center\] \[center\]\[audio url=https://audio.jukehost.co.uk/pPlTstUMlWd7NyXIkH1u8lEVKu3dMERA height=50\]\[/center\]