Gothic Poetry Collection

Graveyard Angel

The cold breeze whips through my raven hair

Silence.

Everything is gone

Everything is dead

I am death, I am destruction

I am the peace that death and war bring

A transparent white sheet for a gown

I am cold, frigid, pale

likes a winter's night

I am the beauty in the darkness

I am alone

cold

Alone I stand

Forever broken and tormented

I am the angel of death

and I bring peace...