Grim beauty

In the moon's embrace, a spectral ballet,

Dark beauty blooms where tombstones lay.

Ivory monuments 'neath night's soft kiss,

Graceful elegance in the abyss.

Glistening dew on mossy graves,

Veiled in mystery, where memory craves.

Twinkling stars above a sepulchral sea,

A ballet of shadows, hauntingly free.

Marble sculptures tell tales untold,

Of lives once vibrant, now grown cold.

Yet, in the quiet, a certain grace,

In the graveyard's embrace, a tranquil space.