Gothic Prince

In shadowed halls, where moonlight spills, A prince of darkness, with heart that chills. His eyes, like onyx, hold secrets deep, His touch, a whisper, where dreams do sleep. A crown of thorns upon his brow, A velvet cloak, where shadows bow. His laughter echoes, a haunting chime, A melody of lost, forgotten time. He walks the halls, a spectral grace, A pale, ethereal, haunting face. His whispers tempt, with promises untold, Of love and darkness, stories bold. He yearns for beauty, for warmth, for light, But cursed by shadows, forever night. A gothic prince, with a soul aflame, Forever searching, a love to claim. He lingers on, in the fading light, A phantom prince, in eternal night. His heart, a fortress, guarded well, A gothic prince, where darkness dwells.