Your soul has withered, your conscience dead, your eyes don't cry, you have a heart of ice, your face so pale, so clammy everywhere, every word you utter to me filled with vulgarity... gives me violent shivers...   Why vicious?   You stole my heart and never gave it back, still you try...

As you gaze       and come to recognize            the black fire within me,                and realize you're now claimed,   you say, "no gothic rose       can be dominated!        ...

The lady of sorrow  does not possess a name. For the sake of this poem, I will call her: Lady Sorrow.   There's another time in another place, where she sat deep between the slopes of a ravine.    It was overcast,  and so was the spirit in her eyes. Where...

Dressed as black as lightless night,the stars exist only in your eyes.Penetrative, oval, emerald eyes which see right through me. Your dress, Victorian, with leather strapping which buckles around you. Signifying your social status. At your command, you gracefully slide a...