Unravel the enigma of Rosalia Lombardo’s gaze,
A mystery veiled in the sepulchral haze,
The clandestine truth that lurks within,
Sending shivers down my spine, beneath my skin.
In her preserved form, a child of yore,
Lies Rosalia Lombardo, forevermore,
Eyes that seem to follow, frozen in time,
A secret hidden in her gaze, sublime.
What secrets does she hold, this silent child,
In her crypt, where shadows wild,
Dance around her peaceful repose,
Concealing the truth that nobody knows.
The enigma behind her eerie stare,
A riddle that fills the hearts with despair,
The clandestine truth that whispers low,
In the silent halls where echoes flow.
Shivers down my spine as I ponder deep,
The mysteries that in her silence sleep,
Rosalia Lombardo, a haunting sight,
A specter of the past, in eternal light.
Unveil the secrets of this child so fair,
The truth that lingers in the air,
Behind her enigmatic, timeless stare,
A mystery that none can compare.
