Verdigris, the spectral former lord of Verdigris Manor, roams its eerie halls, filled with heartbreaking sorrow and chilling rage from a betrayal that led to his untimely death centuries ago.
In haunted halls of Verdigris, where shadows kiss the stone,
The silent specter of regret, in copper cast and moan.
A wisp of once, a whisper of might-have-been, herein lies,
Can you decipher what's lost in these emerald-tinted cries?