Sketchbook GOTHIC POEMS*

The Blackest Gift Karina Klesko It is a night of subtlety, a song of sorrow, wolves vent their cry. The ethereal one awakes. Evil shrouds her brooding form, a brooding desire. Her ebon hair cascades over pale and delicate shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of shared vitality, I thirst.

A Huntress Moon Trish Shields It is a night of blood, a song of dark desire, as the lonely spill their tears to those who wait. The thirsting one stirs. Darkness shrouds her brooding form, an impatient wanting arises. Her midnight hair cascades over translucent shoulders, her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the air. Beneath the full red moon they gather, having chosen willing victims—the danse macabre begins. A pirouette, curtsey then promenade; a lone party dances beneath the moonlight, their reflection shimmers but for a moment. A cascade of red tears streams from pale flesh gathered beneath her smile. Now a night of ecstasy, darkness shrouds her hunger.

 

The Forest Stalker John Daleiden It is a night of sorrow— In a song of dark desire, wolves vent their howls. The thirsting one rises; Fog shrouds her slinking form, cloaking her brooding agony. Her inky black hair cascades over motionless translucent gray shoulders— her full deeply crimson lips part slightly— shreds of bloody flesh stream from the pale body beneath her stalking hulk. On this night of famine, I remember her fierce snarl.

 

Frenzy Karina Klesko what have you ruined? a haze of chaos as feelings diminish. once we experienced innocence, untainted and hand in hand, but your desire soured. a furious vision of horror— drops of blood follow memory, follow hate, the thirst spoiled. in a storm of righteousness, i still love you.

*These poems were generated at www.deadlounge.com/poetry/
The poets also edited their poems.

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