Poetry
because I can't stop myself from being Gothic these days.
" The Darklings "
In a quiet little town
beyond the cobblestone streets
where trees whisper the only sound
is the place where the Darklings meet
the Darklings dance in circles round
fire hot red bright and orange
their bare feet beat the muddy ground
while their familiars hunt and forage
adorned only in what they've found
patches of skin covered in leaves
and grass entwined in the brown
of their unruly hair weaves
sticks and mosses create a crown
tonight they are the queens of freaks
Darklings, they cry, the echoes abound
bouncing off the rocks and the trees
In a quiet little town
though the hour is black and late
the people pace and shiver
the Darklings, the fear, keeps them awake.
"Lady of the Night"
You're early she cooed with black lined
eyes, inviting me politely
beneath the yellow lamplight
pavement dark and slick with rain shined
as the lamp post sputtered brightly
An icy wind began blowing
so I pulled my collar closer
and she placed her lips by my ear
You're looking awfully fetching
and I believe I've got what you're after
Dirty dollars I gave her
and back to the brothel we went
above a smoky bar she bared
herself, her soiled dress
under the earthy bed we had shared
Unexpectedly she cried out,
her body went suddenly limp
her skin was still warm as I took
my hands from round her rosy throat
and from her still hands I recovered
the dollars I'd spent.
In other news, I did a paper a week early because I thought it was due tomorrow. Now I'm burnt out for the paper that IS due Wednesday.
" The Darklings "
In a quiet little town
beyond the cobblestone streets
where trees whisper the only sound
is the place where the Darklings meet
the Darklings dance in circles round
fire hot red bright and orange
their bare feet beat the muddy ground
while their familiars hunt and forage
adorned only in what they've found
patches of skin covered in leaves
and grass entwined in the brown
of their unruly hair weaves
sticks and mosses create a crown
tonight they are the queens of freaks
Darklings, they cry, the echoes abound
bouncing off the rocks and the trees
In a quiet little town
though the hour is black and late
the people pace and shiver
the Darklings, the fear, keeps them awake.
"Lady of the Night"
You're early she cooed with black lined
eyes, inviting me politely
beneath the yellow lamplight
pavement dark and slick with rain shined
as the lamp post sputtered brightly
An icy wind began blowing
so I pulled my collar closer
and she placed her lips by my ear
You're looking awfully fetching
and I believe I've got what you're after
Dirty dollars I gave her
and back to the brothel we went
above a smoky bar she bared
herself, her soiled dress
under the earthy bed we had shared
Unexpectedly she cried out,
her body went suddenly limp
her skin was still warm as I took
my hands from round her rosy throat
and from her still hands I recovered
the dollars I'd spent.
In other news, I did a paper a week early because I thought it was due tomorrow. Now I'm burnt out for the paper that IS due Wednesday.