Dark Embrace

In twilight's hollow, where shadows dance and play, a maiden stands, entwined in darkness' sway. The horns of night rise high, a gothic spire that touches the sky, as skeletal hands, like branches dry, enfold her form, a delicate, lace-trimmed sigh. Her eyes, closed, a prayer or a plea, as darkness claims her, wild and free. The cathedral's grandeur, a backdrop grand, a chandelier's crystal, a funeral's mournful hand. The contrast of light and dark, a waltz of fate, where death and beauty, in a macabre state, entwine, a lover's grasp, a fatal, sweet estate. In this eerie, gothic, black-and-white stage, a drama unfolds, a tale of love and age. The maiden's form, a porcelain doll, so pale, so still, as darkness wraps, a shroud, a fatal veil. Yet, in this darkness, a strange peace reigns, a surrender to the night's dark, velvet trains.