Dark Ascension

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden lies, entwined in darkness' sway. Her form, a canvas of alabaster skin, beset by tendrils of a mysterious kin. The gothic spires, a backdrop to her rest, a cathedral of dreams, where mystic forces nest. Her bosom heaves, a gentle, rhythmic rise, as if the night itself were breathing, alive. The darkness wraps, a velvet, somber shroud, yet in its depths, a strange, wild beauty avows. The maiden's face, a portrait of serene repose, a soul in communion with the unknown's dark throes. In this tableau, where light and shadow entwine, a mystic marriage is consummated, divine.