In the heart of a forgotten land,
Where silence reigns and shadows stand,
Lies an abbey, once a place of prayer,
Now a silent, crumbling lair.
Within its walls, where echoes roam,
Two swans reside, a fleeting home.
A black swan, graceful, stark and bold,
Its wings like midnight, tales untold.
A white swan, pure and serene,
A vision of hope, a dream so keen.
In this abbey's depths, they glide and glide,
A symbol of peace, where secrets hide.
The black swan, with its ebony hue,
A silent guardian, watching anew.
The white swan, with its snowy crest,
A beacon of hope, a soul at rest.
Together they roam, these swans so grand,
In this abbey's heart, where time has spanned.
A testament to beauty's art,
In this forgotten haven, where spirits dart.
(AI by DALL·E3 & Google Gemini)