Gothic Quatrains

She blackened eyes and hair
Hair held in a bun with black snood,
Oh, how it felt so glorious there
Under the creepy stairs.
 
She put clove ash on eyebrows, dare
Raised or lowered her mood
To match her elegant stare
Under the haunted stairs.
 
She wore drab ashen dresses with flair
Swishing while passing your door,
Oh, how frightening the nights fair
Under the veil she wears.