#Silas should've been a real baddie

[roisy]

In shadows deep, where love betrayed,  Qetsiyah’s wrath, in spells arrayed.  Silas, trapped on desolate shore,  Immortal, yet his heart is sore. A cure bestowed, to end his plight,  But in his scorn, he shuns the light.  Two thousand years, the Bennett’s call,  The last of her kind, to rise or fall. In her hands, the world’s fate lies bare,  Savior or destroyer, the burden to bear.  The Bennett witch, her choice to make,  To save the world, or let it break.