Gothic Rhapsody

In shadows deep where moonlight fears to tread,
Where ancient stones whisper tales of dread,
A symphony of darkness starts to play,
As night consumes the dying light of day.

Gargoyles perched on parapets so high,
Their stone eyes gleaming in the inky sky,
Watch over realms where mortals dare not roam,
Where spirits dance and phantoms find their home.

The organ’s mournful tones begin to swell,
Echoing through halls where secrets dwell,
Its haunting melody, a siren’s call,
Enticing souls to join the spectral ball.

Velvet drapes, heavy with the weight of years,
Conceal the portraits whose eyes brim with tears,
While candles flicker in the drafty gloom,
Casting eerie shadows ‘cross the room.

In corners dark, where spiders weave their lace,
A ghostly figure moves with timeless grace,
Her gown of mist trails softly on the floor,
A beauty lost to life forevermore.

The clock strikes twelve, a witching hour begins,
As thunder crashes and the rain’s song spins,
A Gothic rhapsody of love and pain,
Of passions lost and found and lost again.

Oh, revel in this darkness, deep and sweet,
Where heart’s desires and ancient sorrows meet,
For in this realm of shadow and of light,
We find the beauty hidden in the night.

So let the music of the damned resound,
And dance with ghosts on hallowed, cursed ground,
For in this Gothic rhapsody divine,
The boundaries of worlds no longer align.