Once a joyous, vivacious heiress, Hope now wanders the decaying halls of Verdigris Manor as a sorrowful specter, forever trapped in a cycle of despair and regret, yearning for a peace that has eluded her since her untimely death.
In the manor, shrouded by dread's cloak, I wisp and wane,
A spectral light, dancing amidst sorrow's rain.
Amidst echoing sobs and silent despair, can you see my ghostly flare?
What am I, that lingers there, unseen in the haunted air?