A Small Collection of Gothic Poetry

Gothic Poem 2

Night Ritual

Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.

My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my neck.

It wounds me, and darkly my

essence drips

to the dead grass.

In a haze of shock I fall limply

while oblivion looms.

Now alone, my love falls upon darkened eyes.

This is your love