I wrap myself in a black cloak,
and run through the trees.
I spin beneath the moonlight,
and sing with far away seas.
Am I to be burnt for enjoying
the beauty of nature?
Am I to be damned for loving
what God has given us?
...Then so be it...
But I will not leave...
Not that easily,
not so soon.
May your crops die,
and your farms fail.
and if you speak ill
of my murder,
may you grow a
damn pigs tail.
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Poems of Gothic Love, Tragedy, and More
PoetryGothic poems mostly about love but also about tragedy, death, and sometimes about wanting to be a vampire and a ghost. Please check out "Opalescent Cosmos" by moi. Please enjoy and feel free to add any critiques (please be respectful). Thank you!
