Tag: Ayr

The Blackheart Market Ayr Beneath Ayr’s Town hall, the cold stones keep A prison buried dark and deep. No sun has touched those iron doors Just rats, and cries, and blood-stained floors. Chains still hang where shadows crawl, And something breathes behind the wall. The past is locked, but not at rest— It stirs beneath the town’s proud chest. Blackheart… Read More