Shadows of Bauhaus

In the chasm of the night, embrace entwined, Lurid shadows cast by the dim moonlight. Ghastly ballet, silent as the grave's design, Specters waltz in a languor, devoid of fright. Ethereal murmurs stitch the ebony veil, Drifting through this sepulchral parade. Gaze of obsidian, piercing through the pale, Beneath the silvered crescent's silent serenade. Sanctuary of the lost, where time's breath wanes, A goblet brimmed with sorrows none shall spill. Organ's moan across the void, a spectral refrain, We drift, ephemeral, on the night's chill. Statues carved from despair's coldest stone, Guardians of the dance where the lost embark. In this requiem, the choir's lamentation has grown, Kindling the dusk with a funereal spark. Thus in the penumbra of fading day, Among the thorns, the somber spirits sway, Revelation found in the absence of light, Echoed in the depth of the Bauhaus night.