Eternal night

Under the cover of eternal night
where crows caw destinies.
Poets whisper dark verses
in a theater of shadows and laments.
 
Black wings cover the skies
echoing stanzas of a lost melody.
While the poets, with bloody ink,
they disdain dreams in the rhyme of agony.
 
Each feather has a hidden secret
each verse an imprisoned spirit.
In this ball, macabre and enchanted,
crows and poets are waltz partners.
 
The moon watches, pale and distant,
reflecting in silver the lovers' ball.
Crows fly in elegant dance
and the poets declaim eternally wandering.
 
In this nightmare of gothic glimpse.
I'm your pet ghost!
If you need anything else
I am entirely at your disposal.