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gothic

  • Beneath the Weeping Willows

    The Southern wind crawls heavyThrough willows knotted with grief,Their limbs dragging the dirt like the dead,Howling low like hell-hounds in the holler,Under a swollen moon, bloated & bruised,Calling your name like a curse whispered too long Why did you leave… Continue reading

    Beneath the Weeping Willows

  • Broken Promises

    The sun carves sharp shadows,Knifing through the table’s surface,Splitting me clean—like the fractured heartOf the solar system’s ego A skeleton, glowing in divine dread,Caught in the bite of a merciless godHer fangs sink deep, unyielding,Tearing through my moral compass,Ripping apart… Continue reading

    Broken Promises

  • Night Whispers

    Listen closely—do you hear them?The whispers in the night,Carried on the breath of long-lost souls,Dancing through the winds of forgotten time,Brushing softly against the nape of your neck,Their voices are like shadows, drifting near your ear They speak of regret,… Continue reading

    Night Whispers

  • The New Monarch

    The stars fade, swallowed by shadow,Leaving us adrift in the vast, impossible dark.A chorus of howls shivers through the night,Cold seeps deep, freezing flesh and bone.We cling to the hands of strangers, desperate,Whispering pleas for an end, for oblivion. A… Continue reading

    The New Monarch

  • Time’s Silent Devourer

    Time marches on—unyielding, blind, and deaf to cries.Is it a circle, infinite? Does God linger, watching beyond its edge?Within the ticking gears of clocks is the slow erosion of progress.Each fleeting second gnaws at my skin,Tearing me closer, closer—ever nearer… Continue reading

    Time’s Silent Devourer

  • Annihilation’s Kiss

    Break this skull, let the dark seep in,Blood and bone spilling like whispers of doomTrapped in this cage, no more than a beast,Clawing at chains, a primal howl in the void I am no god, nor ever claimed to be,You’ll… Continue reading

    Annihilation’s Kiss

  • The Bone Collector

    Tonight is Halloween when the veil between our world and the Other Side wears thin. In our quiet, isolated town in Tennessee, it’s also the night the Bone Collector comes—a sinister presence creeping through the shadows with the promise of… Continue reading

    The Bone Collector

  • The Castle of Otranto And The Birth Of Gothic Fiction

    Horace Walpole’s The Castle of Otranto, first published in 1764, is widely celebrated as the cornerstone of the Gothic novel genre.  Its subtitle, A Gothic Story, coined the term “Gothic” to describe a new blend of medieval atmosphere and supernatural… Continue reading

    The Castle of Otranto And The Birth Of Gothic Fiction

  • My Sweet Forgotten

    First, your breath falters, oxygen abandonedMetabolism shudders to a dreadful silenceEnzymes awaken in the stillness,Softly unraveling cell by cell, asLivor mortis blooms beneath your skin,A bruised flower of purple, spreading Rigor mortis clenches your limbs in finality,Tissues soften, surrendering to… Continue reading

    My Sweet Forgotten

  • A Murder, an Innocent Man, and the Tree That Tells His Tale

    Mobile, Alabama, is known as the most haunted city in the state, and it’s easy to see why. Since Europeans first set foot on its soil in 1699, they were haunted by its eerie atmosphere.  But none of its tales… Continue reading

    A Murder, an Innocent Man, and the Tree That Tells His Tale