Dark Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden rests, in dark embrace, The horns of night, a gentle sway, As darkness whispers, a lover's grace. Her form, a canvas, soft and fair, A contrast to the darkness that enfolds, The lace that drapes, a delicate snare, A fragile barrier, 'gainst the shadows' cold. The cathedral's grandeur, a backdrop grand, A testament to faith, in a bygone land, The statues watch, with solemn eyes, As the maiden yields, to the night's surprise. In this dark waltz, she finds her peace, A morbid serenity, a troubled release, The darkness cradles, her fragile form, A lover's caress, in a macabre storm.