Dark Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden stands, entwined with darkness' sway. Her form, a canvas of contrasts, weaves a tale of beauty and the beast's wild might. The gothic spires, a testament to time, stand witness to her mystic, ethereal prime. With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night, her spirit merging with the darkness' subtle light. The lace that drapes her, a fragile, lacy shroud, belies the strength that lies beneath, unbound. In this eerie, gothic landscape, she reigns, a queen of shadows, where the darkness reigns. Her beauty is a melancholy, haunting refrain, a reminder of the mysteries that lie within the shadows' domain.