"Within the darkness of night, Bring forth the black rose, For thy morbid mistress awaits, Hear the mortals screams as she wakes, Her beauty shines from the darkness within her eyes, Skin white as snow and eyes dark as sulphur, Oh what I would give for her, Just to hear her call my name," What I would give, For her to be mine, I'd dig my grave, For I want her beauty to be mine, Oh what hath spawned that evil vixen from hells gate, But only from lucifers mouth, Can her freedom be set, She walks the path of darkness, That will always be met, She mourns the day, And with the darkness comes her appetite to feed on human flesh, Morbidity within her soul, and hatred for those who do not know, Of the life that they could have, Though darkness has claimed her soul, She walks as though she doesn't know, The end for her is near, And it is truly clear, "Remember the days, with the sun and it's rays, when it shined upon us, no judgement was passed, and we walked free in the world," Is it true what they say, There is no beauty without cruelty, Though to take her life from her, Would be far worse than she could ever do, "now we feel the pain of it all, for our memories kill her, and I cannot lose her, for she is so cruel." Her sins cannot be unmasked, For she is the devil within our thoughts, And pain she seeks cannot be reaped, From the minds of mortal men, "as the night closes in and shadows lengthen across the land, the mistress rises to take my hand, her hands as cold as death and eyes as dark as dusk, yet I can see the cruelty in her face but adore her musk," with all her beauty and flesh adored, she took my hand and delivered the visions of the life she has led, pain swept through my body as I fell to the floor, screaming in agony, I saw her life through her eyes, Felt the feelings that she despised, And the screams of her victims, For they hadn't moved from her mind, And from the pain she'd given to me, I received an eternity as she was, Damned and departed from the lord, Not that I wanted to be of the light, Morbid Mistress, Thy Morbid Mistress, Morbid Mistress, Thy Morbid Mistress, My blood runs cold eternally for thee, Daniel Treue
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Gothic Poems
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Gothic Fashion
Germanic people
- Goths or Gothic people, the ethnonym of a group of East Germanic tribes
- Gothic language, an extinct East Germanic language, spoken by the Goths
- Crimean Gothic, the Gothic language spoken by the Crimean Goths
- Gothic alphabet, one of the alphabets used to write the Gothic language
- Gothic (term), a term used to describe things pertaining to the Gothic peopleMedieval culture
Romanticism
- Gothic fiction or Gothic Romanticism, a British literary genre
- Gothic Revival architecture
Modern culture
- Goth subculture
- Gothic rock, a type of rock music
- Gothic fashion
- Gothic metal
Typography
- Blackletter or Gothic script
- Sans-serif or Gothic typefaces
Other uses
- Gothic (film), a film by Ken Russell
- Gothic (series), a video game series originally developed by Piranha Bytes
- Gothic (moth), a species of nocturne moth
- Gothic Line, a World War II defensive line
- Gothics, one of the Adirondack High Peaks in New York
- Gothic F.C., a football club in Norwich, England
- SS Gothic, a Corinthic-class passenger and cargo liner
- New Gothic Art
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