Her blood-stained dress,
her nauseating, yet sweet smell;
an intoxicating scent of
dead flowers in the misty air.
Wondrous thoughts of
angelic dreams in a dark haze of velvet,
while autumn leaves crunch
underneath her bare feet
as she moves serenely forward.
Where does my love go?
Where does my love go?
In the stillness of the night
the cool wind begins to whisper
In mysterious words,
singing melancholic songs of sorrow
with past life grievances,
cold and miserable,
extending wishes of unending pleasure.
Hollow, empty
her expressionless face,
her unreadable thoughts.
Unearth this veil of shrouded mystery,
see her intense gaze,
her malignant smile, yet sensuous lips,
her eyes speak of wisdom,
her face reflects innocence,
like that of a child
lost in eternal torment
searching for something
It can never have.
Graceful is she
In her every movement,
breathing so lightly
she cannot be heard.
Alas, her exhaustion grows
as does her impatience
so it ends and comes her demise
as earth's veil embraces her.
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoetryThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
