death in your darkened castle
deep in your despairing lair
walking the corridors with candle
cobwebs nest in your hair

streaks of antique grey
dark hair that matches your eyes
a face of porcelain pale
the ghosts even fantasize

gloomy in all of your grace
in a gown that flows with the night
i call your name in the echoes
you come with your candlelight

our eyes don't say a word
but, the language is understood
we creep to the dungeon below
to coffins of decomposed wood

we close our eyes in death
we slumber in eternal rest
a candle is slowly burning
as the maggots are getting undressed