The story of a witch who falls in love with a demon she herself summoned. A metaphor for people who bring about their own downfall through the risks and dangers they court.
"𝕬𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖒 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖗! 𝕸𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖍𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖒 𝕺𝖍𝖗 𝕴𝖈𝖍 𝖌𝖊𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖗, 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖈𝖍 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝕿𝖎𝖊𝖗. 𝕶𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖙 𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖒 𝕳𝖚𝖋 - 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖌 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖓𝖚𝖓 𝖆𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖒 𝕽𝖚𝖋 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖙" In candlelight she traced his name, A whispered spell, a secret flame. The circle drawn, the night held still, She called to shadows with her will. The air grew cold, the silence cracked, A presence stirred, no turning back. From ash and fire, from void and deep, He rose from realms that never sleep. Oh, she fell for the dark in his eyes, For the spark where the danger lies. What began as a spell in the night, Turned to something she couldn’t fight. Bound by flame, by fate, by sin, She let the demon pull her in. His voice was low, like velvet storms, A thousand sins in whispered forms. He took her hand, both cold and warm, A fragile heart in a twisted bond. “No mortal love can set you free,” He smiled like cursed eternity. But still she stayed, she didn’t run, Drawn to the dark she had begun. Oh, she fell for the dark in his eyes, For the spark where the danger lies. What began as a spell in the night, Turned to something she couldn’t fight. Bound by flame, by fate, by sin, She let the demon pull her in. In stolen hours and endless dusk, In every breath, in ash and musk, She found a love both fierce and grim, A fragile thread connecting him. Was it a curse or something true? A love no light could ever undo. In every scar, in every plea, She chose her dark eternity. Now she dances where shadows spin, No longer lost, but deep within. Not just a spell, not just a game, But hearts entwined in cursed flame. Bound by fire, by fate, by night, She chose the dark… and called it right.