The Devil Misled me.
Loving you at no time felt moral. You condemned the haunted castle. I would stroll from one place to another, at nightfall. By candle light. Trying to listen. To your eerie speech. Murmuring in my mind. In a melancholy tenor. It chilled me to the bone. I was deceived. By you. My darling. But I was not yours. Then, I saw who you truly were. I realised what error I made. I flogged my soul to the devil.