This is a poem I wrote a few semesters ago when I was trying to enter a Gothic poetry contest. Since it is not my style, I tried my very best! Enjoy this attempt at a new genre.

In the middle of the dreary eve of night
When the sun has long since dipped below last light
In a sickly womb of cobbled walls
Cracking and crumbling they slowly fall
I speak to Ravens deep and black
Their dull blunt voices speak of things I lack
A withered rose upon the table there
Wrapped round the stem a long dark hair
A dark hair of the love I’ve lost
Long ago to the bitter frost
With grand chorus and deepest sin
Her death cries tore at the man within
Long since I’d lost her gleeful soul
That spoke to me of tales untold
The light since then has long since lacked
I speak to Ravens deep and black
They tell me of days both young and old
And why I’d do well to sell my soul
To the crumbling walls around
A new age ushered into the world newly found
I add a strand of my hair intertwined with hers
Remembering her talent to bring much welcomed mirth
“Learn to smile, you frown too much”
“You act as if you’ve never felt a humans touch”
Oh love of mine how the time has slowly passed
Since I had found you at long last.
This crumbling room reflecting my deepest soul.

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