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.