Virgo30's blog: "Gothic Poems"

Darkness surrounds me An absence of light A place of refuge to contemplate my musings on the world What do you do when your world caves in And the shovel has broken And your mind has stopped working The soul remains and nourished the spirit within In the dark you can make plans on a grand scale A dramatic resurgence of the soul Confidence surges through your veins You are ready to take on the world And build a brighter future But no sooner has the idea popped into your mind Than the doubts begin Can you carry off this grand gesture And astonish and amaze those around you Filling with pride those around you All the groundwork providing a firm foundation to build on But the pressure is all too great Better off simply dreaming in the dark Let the world get by without you I will lie in the darkness close by the fire Which will comfort my soul As my body slowly fades away And all the dreams have turned to dust A trail of broken dreams lies behind me Laying next to a thousand broken hearts A trail of destruction leaves its mark Even when you build nothing of your own The destruction is there for all to see Broken bones and hot ashes Mark the spot where hope once flourished Let the burial begin

You have been dabbling in black magic Your ending will be tragic You will be burnt at the stake Make no mistake No chance of redemption No divine intervention You have been practicing the black arts That is where your downfall starts You have been condemned as a witch The onlookers will watch you twitch You will be consumed by fire On your funeral pyre You are going to Hell You have cast your last spell To your utter consternation You face eternal damnation

The Gothic Poet walks down the street And stops at the bus stop She posts one of her poems for all to see "What do you make of me" "Am I a freak or am I oh so chic?" "Dressed in black - am I a tiger or a pussycat?" "Read my words and you will see" "A deeper soul lies within me" She sits at home and paints her self-portrait Slightly distorted - this is the way she is viewed by the world She walks on down to the art gallery And posts her portrait at the entrance door "Do you want more?" "You will see more reality in this picture" "Than anything that lies behind this door" "Open your eyes and you will see" "All God's beauty" She lies on her bed at home Waiting for a reaction Bu the passers-by fail to express any emotion Too wrapped up in their own worlds In God and man we place our trust Another creative soul bites the dust

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful All dressed in black With white make-up and dark purple lips She sat on the throne so full of majesty The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty And worshipped the ground she walked upon The King was not well And expected to die soon And the Queen had died long ago So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace She carried out her duties without question or complaint And she would always greet new visitors with a smile Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists And let the blood pour into a bowl She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin She felt so much pressure to be beautiful She had many suitors but none that she loved A stranger from abroad arrived one day And stole her heart But he was not a suitable match for a princess A handsome sailor of common stock She pleaded with her father to let her marry But he doggedly refused her request One night she took the blade And slit both her wrists Not a cry for attention But an attempt to take her life Living was a torment to her The expectations too high The rewards lacking in true value Her dead body was found the next morning And all the towns folk mourned her death The beautiful princess had departed this land And headed off above the clouds To find a happier resting place A traditional Gothic funeral was held To celebrate her life Many fine words were said And then her body was buried Under a thousand red roses Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line And took over the royal duties A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with “So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”