Dear Lord Strahd von Zarovich, love Escher.

Would you still love me if I died today? 
Alas. A precious thought—but not by choice. 
Thus, I tread these halls, fading day by day. 
Lifelong agonies just to hear your voice. 

But darkness pulls you into her once more. 
A curse. An intoxicating nightmare. 
Though I wish to be the one you adore. 
Drowning in sweet poison, just to be there. 

O, grief! But still, you love her and not me. 
So my soul weeps with a heart of sorrow. 
If I could just be the one to hold thee. 
And dwell in your darkness ‘til the morrow. 

They named you a devil, and I still fall. 
But I know now. You’ll never love—at all. 

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This poem was inspired by characters and events in Curse of Strahd, by Wizards of the Coast.