Velvet Funeral

The rain arrived without a sound,
Like silver needles to the ground.
Black roses bent beneath the storm,
As midnight wrapped the earth in mourn.

I saw your shadow near the gate,
A memory preserved by fate.
Your velvet dress, your distant stare,
Still lingered like forgotten prayer.

Candles drowned in crimson wax,
Beside the names carved deep in black.
Each flame became a dying star
Burning softly from afar.

The cemetery breathed with frost,
Counting every soul it lost.
While ravens perched on marble stones
And winter winds sang low alone.

You spoke my name without a voice,
As though the dark still gave a choice.
The wind carried your sorrow near—
A melody the night could hear.

Then all at once the heavens cracked,
The moon behind the clouds pulled back.
And there beneath the bleeding light,
You vanished with the endless night.

But still I walk where shadows bloom,
Among the ivy and the tombs.
Hoping one dusk your hand I’ll find
Still waiting somewhere beyond time.