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Her Gothic Heart
It’s midnight in a gothic city.
Spires reach for heaven as winged,
stone beasts watch over her sleep.
Perhaps you only see beauty in her
daylight: sun glimmering
in rusty, emerald eyes.
Deep pockets of laughter
billowing across corridors, seizing
you mid-step: your hands
glide across waves of chestnut silk.
Pressing in, you find steps,
curling downward in spirals.
Would you slip into darkness
and touch her fire.
Could you step into her gothic
city, embracing what she is.
Spires reach for heaven as winged,
stone beasts watch over her sleep.
Perhaps you only see beauty in her
daylight: sun glimmering
in rusty, emerald eyes.
Deep pockets of laughter
billowing across corridors, seizing
you mid-step: your hands
glide across waves of chestnut silk.
Pressing in, you find steps,
curling downward in spirals.
Would you slip into darkness
and touch her fire.
Could you step into her gothic
city, embracing what she is.
Published 24th Apr 2022
Author's Note
23/30
An entire day of listening to gothic metal has me like 🖤
An entire day of listening to gothic metal has me like 🖤
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- Edited 23rd May 2024 11:45am
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9th May 2022 8:20pm
Lol aw, comment of the year right here 👆🏼
I am gothic to my core and this just burst out of me like a crow racing to the shiny things. Heh. I love crows. Anyway…thank you for coming by and leaving your lovely thoughts.
I am gothic to my core and this just burst out of me like a crow racing to the shiny things. Heh. I love crows. Anyway…thank you for coming by and leaving your lovely thoughts.
14th May 2022 2:57am
This poem sings to me greatly! I too, have such a very gothic core within my spirit, and ironic you should mention crows in your reply there... since crows are among my various magical familiars, and have been ever since a powerful mystical experience I had back when I was sixteen years old. Even these days, sometimes when there are crows around, I feel a kinship and a certain connection to the "otherworld" that is difficult to quite put into words. This poem you wrote here, it takes me to places in my mind and memories of places in eras past that I have ever had a connection with... lofty spires of ancient castles, with the horns of the crescent moon peeking out between the clouds, with the stars shining between them likewise. Perhaps some bats circling through the treetops, and the call of but one lonely white wolf in the distance. This poem of yours just fills my imagination with these kinds of images! Beautiful, majestic, and gloriously gothic stuff that definitely calls to my spirit. :D
17th Jun 2022 5:37pm
Which band(s)?
Music really does inspires and conjures up images and scenarios.
Outstanding work.
Music really does inspires and conjures up images and scenarios.
Outstanding work.
