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Upon the wings
Of midnight black
I soak
The night's sky.
Seeking
My true love
Whom I lost.
As a murder of Crows
Scrawls Heaven
And Earth.
Where
I can't go.
As punishment
For dealing
In the darker arts.
By pursuing
Forbidden knowledge.
In the hope
Of curing
What was killing you
My wife.
Never realizing
In healing you
I was condemning us
To a fiery fate.
As that ignorant fool
Of a priest
Led the lynch mob
Against us.
With murder
In his heart.
Even now
On these dark
And lonely nights
A single blood red tear
Is sled.
As I remember
How I abandoned you
To your doom
On the pyre.
By invoking
My dark Masters
In a single moment
Of weakness
On my part.
For which
I was rewarded
By having my body
Transformed
Into dark sex siren.
Condemned
To roam
The nightly sex dreams
Of men.
Until
I find you
Once more
My dear heart.
And earn
Your forgiveness
For my sins.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Every so often, I like to search, through the gothic images, and see, if there are anyone that pique my curiosity, to write a poem, about it. Sadly, I can't think of a gothic tune, which would compliment this event. Maybe, next time.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Every so often, I like to search, through the gothic images, and see, if there are anyone that pique my curiosity, to write a poem, about it. Sadly, I can't think of a gothic tune, which would compliment this event. Maybe, next time.
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