In a quiet cemetery, ‘neath the whispering trees,
Lies Anna Maria Von Stockhausen’s grave with ease,
A unique monument of history and lore,
A mystery that beckons, a tale to explore.

Her resting place, a sight to behold,
Captivating all who are brave and bold,
Anna Maria’s grave, a puzzle profound,
The secret it holds, finally unbound.

For years it stood, a enigma to all,
A marker of beauty, in silence tall,
The secret that haunted, a shadowed veil,
Now revealed, as the truth sets sail.

Anna Maria Von Stockhausen’s unique grave,
A monument of mystery, meant to save,
The secret that lingered, a ghostly wail,
Now brought to light, the truth unveiled.

Inscribed upon stone, a cryptic verse,
Whispers of a past, a story diverse,
As I stood before this historical bier,
The secret it held, filled me with fear.

The tale it told, of love and of loss,
Of secrets buried beneath the moss,
Anna Maria’s grave, a haunting sight,
A mystery unveiled in the pale moonlight.

The secret that haunts me, now laid bare,
A story of sorrow, of a love affair,
Anna Maria Von Stockhausen’s unique grave,
A historical enigma, a mystery to save.