Goth poetry

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the barren land.
In numbness I call your name
while oblivion laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon dead eyes.

This is your love

It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their loneliness. The ethereal one
rises.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal desire.

Her silken hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new life,
I smile vaguely.

what have you wrought?
a miasma of misery as perceptions shudder.
once we shared innocence,
innocent and innocent,
but your desire died.
a sickening pool of agony -
memories follow bone, follow blood,
love forgotten.
in a storm of vengeance,
i still love you.