I died last night.And after succumbing to the plight,I woke up to a heaven which I’ve never worshiped.Oh, stout and mighty were the pillars flanking the gate!Had I lived of purer faith; I would have seen that my soul...

My gothic romance caresses midnightWith a sigh and a weepMacabre lingers in the cemeterytalking to spiritsWhispering secrets to the dead, listening A darkened world beckonsand I become enamored by the oddbeguiling and honest, they covet a misfitintriguing the bleak in...