Dark Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden stands, in darkened array, Her dress, a tattered lace, her eyes upcast, A symbol of the struggle that will forever last. The horns that crown her, a devil's might, A creature of darkness, in the fading light, The armor that surrounds her, a knight's last stand, A testament to the battles of this mystic land. The church in the background, a beacon of hope, A reminder of the faith that still cope, With the darkness that surrounds, and the pain that remains, A story of resilience, through the ages and the stains. The woman's gaze, a mixture of sorrow and pride, A reflection of the trials that she has inside, The darkness that binds her, a test of her will, A journey through the shadows, to a place of still. The artwork whispers secrets, of a world untold, A tale of darkness, and the courage that unfold, A story of the human spirit, in all its forms, A testament to the strength that lies within, and the beauty that transforms.