In Shadow Adorned

Beneath the silk, so black, so fine
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast

The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream

Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead

O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath claimed