Fridays only thriteeen

gothic

 

She lay among

the graves

That belongs

To forgotten names  

Etched in mossy stone

 Embraced by thickets and thorns

And  

 Over grown undead flowers

                        Feeding her with goblets of

over turned ruby

Its just a lifeless nectar

Leaving her forlorn and alone.

She lay among

 the shadowed light

                          Waiting for her belated beau

Centuries over due

For their night of passion

Making out

Upon the moonlit stone

 

 Now she lays bare among

 the blood lust petals

Dining lifeless nectar 

with the

eternally dammed.

 

Reviews

[KnightofCups]

Dark , vivid , and imaginative. Paints a wonderful picture in my mind .

[Breezie Kae]

Pretty simple, but I like it. Nice job. :)

[J. Swaney]

It takes a lot of courage to publish here and I commend you for your work. There were several things that I would have done differently but hey I'm just a guy.

[Wolfwind Words]

What a vision! I love the imagery here! such is the existance of one who is damned i guess. To never know love again. To wait eternally for something that shall never come! This is a great work! I almost wish i know what had happened to get this poor girl to this point. Maybe you could right a prequil! Great job, keep it up!