Blakeney-Rose Berry

In shadows deep, where ravens weep,
A crypt's embrace, where secrets keep.
A love long lost, in death's cold grip,
Haunts moonlit nights, on graveyard's lip.

In bleak crypts, where candles flicker,
Time stands still, as darkness thickens.
Her ghostly veil trails through the air,
A mournful sigh, whispered prayers. 

Eclipsed by gloom, the roses die,
Their petals fall, as spirits cry.
A locket's charm holds love's last plea,
Bound soul for all eternity. 

The storm outside rages in tune,
With the lament of olden runes.
Yet in her eyes, you'll find no rest,
A sorrowful tale, her dead gaze confess'd.

In twilight's silence, tis her name they speak,
A love entombed, forever bleak.
Though time moves on, her story's script,
Remains a legend, whispers, gript.

2023

In the depths of human emotion, where love and loss intersect, there exists a dark and haunting space. This is the realm that Gothic literature often explores, where haunted souls wander in a world caught between light and shadow.