gothic romance
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No Fragile Bloom
And then, a kiss – not merely breathBut something bound in life & deathA vow unsaid, a ghostly thrillThe moment before the world turns still Your lips were dusk, a sacred wineThe altar where our fates entwinedNo moon could cast… Continue reading
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The Last Bloom
The roses had withered long before she did. Elaine lay atop the crimson velvet of her ancestral bed, each breath a brittle offering to the air. Shadows licked the walls, and somewhere beneath the floorboards, something stirred and sighed. The… Continue reading
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The Briar Crown
They said Isolde was carved from candle wax and winter mist. Too beautiful to be real, too cold to hold. But when she smiled at you, it was like drinking from a goblet of starlight, heady and irreversible. She lived… Continue reading
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The Hollow Season
“If you were torn from me,” he whispered, “I could not bear what the earth had to offer.” Her breath hitched, a soft tremor in the candlelit gloom. The fire crackled, spitting sparks. Outside, a storm combed the cliffs with… Continue reading
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Beneath the Thorned Archway
Beneath the thorned archway, where the nightshade growsAnd bone-white roses cradle skulls in rowsShe waits where the moon drips red on stoneThe blood-born bloom where the curse has grown The garden breathes with sighs of ashEach vine a twitching, verdant… Continue reading
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The Widow of the Crimson Tower
The tower stands where storm winds screamIts stones are drenched in dusk & dreamAnd ivy bleeds along the wallShe waits where shadows drown the gleam Her veil, once white, lies still, forlornA bridal ghost the years have wornShe strokes the… Continue reading
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Eternal Vows in the Catacombs
Beneath the chapel’s silent domeThey pledged their love in crypt & loamBy candle’s flare & shadow’s breathThey swore to conquer time & death Cold stone around them, damp with ageA tomb became their bridal stageTheir whispers curled like smoke through… Continue reading
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A Candle on Christmas Eve
Every Christmas Eve, Alexandra lit a candle in the frost-rimmed window of her crumbling Victorian home. It was more than tradition; her grandmother had whispered that the flame would guide lost souls back to where they belonged. It had burned… Continue reading
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The Shadows Flow
Beneath the moon’s cold, weeping glowThrough shattered panes, the shadows flowHer whispers haunt the silent hallWhere love betrayed began to fall Faded roses, petals strewnHer spirit lingers with the moonA ghostly ache, a longing sighFor love that lives, though it… Continue reading
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The Promise Tree
The humid air clung to William’s skin as he trudged through the moonlit woods toward the old oak tree. Twenty years had passed since he’d last set foot in the sleepy Southern town, and the place felt as foreign as… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 