gothic
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part II: The Lure of Forbidden Love
Céline stood under the cathedral’s spire, the moonlight casting soft silver shadows on the cobblestones. The faint whispers of the Seine reached her ears as she waited, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. She told herself she had wandered… Continue reading
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Winter’s Breath
Darkness falls, indomitableA tide we cannot stemMy fingers clutch the trembling penWhile the chaos of glowing screensDevours the morning light The sweetness of separation temptsA fleeting mirage we craveAre we not all threads intertwined?Bound to the vast streamOf shared consciousness?Now… Continue reading
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part I: A City of Shadows
Paris in the 18th century was a city unlike any other, both luminous and dark, a place where the vibrance of life danced precariously close to the edge of despair. By day, it hummed with the clatter of carriages on… Continue reading
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The Crow Court
The cathedral loomed in the shadows, its broken spires clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. Mara had always thought it looked haunted, a relic of an older, stranger time, and she would have never dared to enter—until tonight. Her… Continue reading
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People Are Imaginary
Pause & inhale the garden’s rotThe roots twist tighter, coiled in your chestA pulsating pit where shadows nest You do know, don’t you? People are imaginaryHollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & cleanOnly… Continue reading
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The Sadness Of The Moon by Charles Baudelaire
The Moon more indolently dreams to-nightThan a fair woman on her couch at rest,Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. Upon her silken avalanche of down,Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;And… Continue reading
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The Night’s Cold Ache
Dark sky, cold heartDying a thousand deathsin the minutes of Shadowland Eyes in trees watch,hunger in their gazeThe woods howl, callingcome, join Wild freedom, terrible delightswait in the night’s cold ache Continue reading
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The Family In The Attic
The house on Redfern Lane had always felt too big for Michael Howard. After his wife passed, the creaking halls and wide, empty rooms seemed to stretch on forever, each corner steeped in shadows. He had thought about selling the… Continue reading
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The Lady of Sorrows
In the town of Ashcroft, an ancient cemetery was sprawling and silent, its iron gates rusted from centuries of decay. Beyond those gates, the gravestones jutted against the sky, marking the resting places of the forgotten. Many whispered of the… Continue reading
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Waiting to Drown
I fix my eyes on the swarm—black as night,Summer insects gnawing at the edges of my fading profileThe air tastes of rot, thick with whispers and sweat,While the land beneath me swells like a fevered bruise Deep in the ditches… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 