Shrouded in moonlight, a canvas of blight.
My beauty unfolds, where shadows take flight.
A tapestry woven, with whispers of pain.
A dirge sung in silence, a haunting refrain.
Through whispers of sorrow, the moonlight descends.
A glacial embrace where the darkness transcends.
Moon chilling thorns, a beauty severe.
A desolate grace, the beauty in fear.
A cold...