Creaking doors; blackened tombs

Scarlet robes fill the empty tombs.

It's almost beautiful,

Don't you think?

Depression brought on by a heart's lonely kink.

Beauty, of course, as defined by

Nothing more than man's naked eye.

Relating things like sorrow and love

As mostly being compsed of

Empty thoughs that pass on by,

Just lonely shadow in the dark night sky.