Gothic Rose
Dark angel hair ebon black and skin translucent white
walking down the corrider of the damned in the stille of the night.
Searching for a reason to live
She has all her life done nothing but give.
Searching for answers to the timeless question,
"what defines true love?'
Cross the field of broken glass, love tha has been destroyed.
Through a darkened door, into the abyss, the black void.
Dark angel, perhaps the the last gothic rose.
She is the star here in her private theater of the damned.
She is the mistress, her lackeys to command.
She can be cruel and kind at the same time.
There is no reason, no cohearant rhyme.
With her famous harlequin smile
She seduces them with a dance, some deceit but no guile.
They cry softly "Will you shadowdance with me?'
there are many promising things on bended knee.
She ignores them all and continues to dance.
She does cavort and of course dance.
Long ago the Dragon seduced her with a timeless dance.
Was it true love or fairy tail romance?
Time was short for him and her,
But in that time they did dance and whirl.
With his ghost voice he calls to her still.
"come dance with me between heaven and hell,
where angels and demons dance with me on the brink of madness and insanity
just to here loves last cry."
Sge remembers those dark eyes, pools that she could swiim in forever and she smiles,
that infamous harlequin smile.
Dark angel, hair ebon black and skin translucent white
continues down the corrider of the damned in the stille of the night.
Through the mists of time and space
masked faces,and fevrent intamate embraces.
Many were her lovers, but none stole her heart
..well except 2..
A poet dreamer
and a decadent dark erotic screamer..
she tells them both
"through pain beauty is clarified"
To each it means different things
She shadowdances back half a step,
to the land of the rising sun
Ah, to be there, in that land everything waws so mystical.
before the enevatible comming of darkness and dispair.
she felt free there, wings no longer clipped.
Till the duties of reality called her back to her private Hell.
She whispers "Through pain beauty is clarified"
She still loves Her Shadowboi and the darkness of the night.
She Cries eyes lifted unto heaven she is no longer her pure self, dark angel not white.
So she Dances in the mist alone and confused.
With her infamus harlequin smile,
and her inate erotic grace.
She dances in her secret place
She is and always be Shadowdancer
She dances and twirls
Many watch with amazement and awe
Gothic Rose, A Shadowdancer
Midnight Screamer
Dark erotic poet dreamer.
She dances at midnight albaster skin gleaming bright..
still waiting at midnight for her dance with nosferatu.
Unfinished.
3:15 A.M
4-4-06
~Shadowdancer~
CRH
