The Bard of Shadows

where echoes of despair linger, a skeletal bard plays a haunting tune.

His music speaks of ages past, of sorrow and shadows. Each stroke of

the bow, a whisper from the grave. His bony fingers dance,

weaving a symphony of the damned. A chilling embrace. The melody fills the desolate air,

a timeless lament. A tale told in shadows and sorrow, forever etched into

the very stone.