Men's Italian Silk Tie

A silken shroud of ashen grey, Where threads of brown like spectres stray, A spectral dance, a macabre gleam, A whisper of a Stygian dream. The pattern weaves, a ghastly sight, A shroud of gloom in fading light. A touch of death, a chilling drape, A haunting presence, a spectral shape. So let it hang, a somber art, A chilling presence, a chilling start. For in this tie, a dread resides, A whisper of the soul inside.