Tuesday 7 July 2009

My Darkly Gothic Poem

Eternal

It is a night of darkness, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
awakes.

Fog shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting fear.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.

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