Gothicarus: Part XIII – Dawn
Serial Gothic Poem The sun seemed like a new and exciting friend. Her carriage rolled along the road for days, Yet neither the journey nor the dips in the road and the rocks- suddenly...
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Serial Gothic Poem The sun seemed like a new and exciting friend. Her carriage rolled along the road for days, Yet neither the journey nor the dips in the road and the rocks- suddenly...
Serial Gothic Poem He frowned at her sternly. “You are…connected. You see and hear What others do not. The heavenly realm calls to you.” She twisted her pale hands. “I’ve always felt that He...
Serial Poem Did you hear that? I’m certain he’s back again. Measured breaths against the floorboards Betray the location of the fiend. I will not move a hand or foot. In stillness, I will...
Serial Poem “She is frightening- I won’t pretend otherwise. I often wish to be rid of her completely, Return to the days before she’d cut into me. All of her is sharp: her beauty,...
“Ever awake, I must remain Ever vigilant, sharp, and pure. Able to make a firm assay Of the energy in my sphere. Never alone with temptation, Never indulge with thought or flesh The dread...
Serial Poem When the white came down, it was searing. Dazzling, sparkling colors appeared. She was terrified; she was intrigued Was it possible the doom had cleared? Desperation knows not to caution, Bid oneself...
Serial Poem His first appearance was most sinister. (To so deceive a child was monstrous.) He gained her love and gained her trust, and she, Unaware of danger, defenseless, Lost herself. Yet blinded, she...
Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...
Serial Poem “Innocence, in a sense, (Lost in heart, lost alone) Innocence, in a sense, Never made me its home. Wise ‘whys’ Revealed damaging truth. Wise ‘whys’ Stole the joy of my youth. Hear,...
Serial Poem Here we pause to meet Keralynne Crosstree Neither psychic nor cynic, she yet possessed A vision into a cloaked, murky realm, And its dark interference left her often distressed. She felt...
Serial Poem “Keralynne!” he fiercely whispered, In a voice that roused her from her trance. “I am here, outside your window; It’s a night fit for romance.” She rose, brushing back the curtains From...
Serial Poem “Come and slip the rigid structures; Leave social mores far behind. For a moment, for an hour, For this desire, come be mine. Let your heart throb deep within you, Allow your...