My Gothic fire,  my tears of high emotion, my crimson shine  reddening these teardrops.  As if teary wax of blood seep from the flames of my eyes!  They dry to a still on my face; the haunting memories forever visible. 0

My Gothic heart afire within my sea of tears. Wrapped in thorny vines,  and dangling by such. The teary waves above  in my eyes are turbulent  and the emotional winds lashing.   0

Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes. And voices! Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears. My earthly body and mortal spirit – now a living, breathing corpse.     Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration […]

“Only the dead can see my forest,” said the one holding the lantern.“I’m sorry?” I said. “The freshly dead come and come with dreamsof how they believe the afterlife will be, though they may die again and again in my forest.” And there this elder lady lifted a finger andadded, “now, they will make my […]

November, 1609 – ​The coach’s wooden wheels scraped through snowy ruts, down the drive to the Nagy family manor house, in Pressburg, The Kingdom of Hungary… The young noble lady of the house breathed hard and fast through the winter of another nightmare in her bedchamber. To the sound of her gasping, the door to […]