Dark Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden kneels, in sorrow's dark array. Her heart, a canvas, worn by love and pain, A tale of loss, in every tender strain. The darkness gathers, a mysterious shroud, That wraps around her, like a mourner's cloud. Yet, in her anguish, a beauty lies, A reflection of the soul's deep, inner sighs. The city's spires, a Gothic, spectral gleam, Stand witness to her tears, a sorrowful dream. The tombstones whisper secrets, of love and fate, As she, in grief, her heart doth consecrate. In this, a tale of love, loss, and memory stays, A bittersweet reminder, of life's fleeting ways. The darkness claims her, yet, in death, she's free, A somber beauty, for eternity to see. Her story told, in every stone and bone, A testament to love, that will forever be known.