A Tribute to Gothic Fiction

Once you stare into the Raven's eye, your spine will never know warmth...

A Tribute to Gothic Fiction.

 

Shall we to the night wind tell eerie tales?

Tales resembling Lovecraft’s spine-chilling dreams?

Or tales that plagued the genius Edgar Poe?

The Black Cat, the Raven, the Lurking Fear?

Well then to the fire put more firewood,

Roll the logs nearer whereon we shall sit,

Think not of roasting the marshmallows child,

Rest on someone’s chest, hold thy blanket tight.

We shall look a while into the chimney,

Oooh like arachnophobia flirtation

We shall spin our dreams with the spiders’ web,

Look, watch the blood drizzle from our noses.

Heart palpitating with every line read,

Falling in love with the author’s nightmares.

 

Reviews

[Wintershade]

A deeply passionate & deliciously dark expression of the contrast and 'the love of grey'. The world is not black and white, no matter how much others would wish it so, and dabbling in those areas that are confused - beauty and horror, sadness and relief, fear and longing - that is where this poem lives. Well done, Reborn Legacy. :)

[wordman]

this write reminds me of stevo the poe-t he is into poe
great write

[Secretwriter93]

adds a really nice atmosphere great writing