Mournful Dowry

In shadows deep, the Gothic tales do dwell With haunted castles and a mournful knell The darkness cloaks the ancient stone Where ghosts and spirits freely roam The moonlight casts a eerie glow On twisted spires that reach below A sense of dread, a chill in the air In Gothic realms, we must beware But beauty lies in the macabre In Gothic art, a twisted star A fascination with the dark In Gothic tales, we leave our mark So let us revel in the Gothic lore And embrace the darkness evermore