Laments of Souls
The darkness prevailed everywhere around the room. The echo of a girl's cry filled the entire room. The brightness from an insufficient very small source helped to look at the major details of the darkroom.
The blood-stained chains were handcuffed to the wrist which was preoccupied with untreated scars which happened along before. The legs were tightly knotted with merciless iron chains.
The face that radiated the flawless moon, now stained with tears, the beautiful eyes were covered by darkness lacking out of life which emerged between her knees, fully covered with dirt applied hairs. The lips were dried out of shouting.