Dark Elegy

In the shadowed cathedral, where darkness reigns, A maiden stands, entwined with pain, Her dress, a tattered, lace-trimmed shroud, Echoes of a beauty lost, a soul avowed. The horns of darkness rise above, A creature of night, a symbol of endless love, The cemetery's silence, a mournful sigh, As she surrenders to the darkened sky. Her eyes closed, in rapture or despair, She's bound to the shadows, without a care, The intricate carvings on the wall, A testament to the art that enthralls, A dance of light and shadow, a gothic spell, That weaves a tale of love, and darkness that compels. In this, a story of contrast is told, Of light and dark, of beauty and the cold, A poetic reflection, on the human plight, A journey through the shadows, into the light.