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The cursed… portrait brooch…
She comes out…
And takes… your soul…
From the painted… portrait…
She comes…
To take… your soul…

Her eyes… follow…
Through the candle’s flicker…
The cracks… in the paint…
Begin to widen… quicker…
Hmm… ohhh…
Your shadow is gone…
And the night… takes its place…


The frame… starts to breathe…
The walls… begin to bend…
The air… turns to ice…
This is… your end…

Her claws scrape the light from your eyes!

Dragged into her painted lies!
Her mouth is a coffin—
Her hands are the grave!
You’ll beg for the dawn—
But none will be brave!

The portrait moves…
And the eyes consume!
She takes your soul…
To her eternal tomb!
CURSED! 

You’re trapped in her frame!

CURSED! 
You will not remain!
She comes… to take… your soul…

The cursed… portrait brooch…
She comes…
To take… your soul…
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