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Rated: E · Poetry · Gothic · #2172598
Gothic poem about romance and shadowy castles.
Come wander with me,
In these hallowed
halls of endless night.

Where I will show you,
Many things
of horror and delight.

Faint whispers hiss while
Shadows shift
and flit behind your back.

Tattered curtains sigh
Those swaying
shades of lovely black.

Candle flames flicker,
As we haunt
rooms dusty and decayed.

Eyes ever watching
From paintings
whose colors start to fade.

Mournful howls from wolves
Who prowl woods
Below a rising moon.

Hear them, the children
Of the night,
How beautiful they croon.

You smell so lovely,
We embrace
Before the windowsill.

These hands may be cold
But my dear,
My lips are colder still.
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