Dark Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sits, in dark array, Her dress, a tattered, lacy shroud, A symbol of the heart's dark cloud. The horns that crown her troubled head, A sign of power, in darkness spread, The city's spires, a Gothic dream, A backdrop for her sorrow's theme. The darkness swirls, a living thing, Around her, in a mournful ring, The stars above, a distant hum, A celestial choir, a mournful thrum. In this, a tale of love and pain, A story of the heart's deep stain, A beauty born, in darkness and in light, A paradox, of sorrow and delight.