Where Shadows Creep

Beneath the dreamscape fitful gleam, where fog entwines the spire,
The city mourns in shadowed dream, a requiem of fire.
The cobbled streets, with echoes drear, resound my heart’s lament,
For she, my love, lies cold and near, in death’s unyielding tent.

O rose of youth, thy petals pale, once bloomed in ardent grace,
Now wilted in the autumn’s gale, no warmth upon thy face.
Thy chamber, draped in velvet gloom, holds relics of thy breath,
A locket clasped, a faded bloom, now sanctified by death.

The churchyard weeps with marble grief, its angels cracked and worn,
Their stone eyes watch, in mute belief, my soul forever torn.
The ivy clings, a lover’s grasp, to graves where shadows creep,
And whispers low of love’s last clasp, in earth’s eternal sleep.

At midnight’s hour, when specters glide through mist that chokes the air,
I wander where the lost abide, to seek thy spirit there.
Thy phantom form, in gossamer, doth dance where willows sway,
Yet flees my touch, a cruel demur, and fades ere break of day.

O cruel fate, with iron hand, why rend my heart in twain?
Thy sickle reaps what love had planned, and sows eternal pain.
The stars above, in cold disdain, no solace deign to give,
Their light a taunt, their vast domain, where none but ghosts may live.

In dreams, I see thy raven hair, thy lips of carmine hue,
But wake to find the empty chair, and night’s unyielding dew.
My soul, a crypt of memories, entombs thy vanished light,
And wanders through infinities, where hope succumbs to night.

Let toll the bell, let shadows fall, let sorrow’s tide o’erflow,
My heart shall bear its bitter thrall, where none but anguish grow.
Beneath the yews, I’ll carve my plea, in stone that none shall read,
And lay me down, eternally, where love and death are wed.