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Monday, April 8, 2019

Ghost From the Gothic

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

It wasn't a full moon night 
Nor was it a stormy fight
When lightning struck 
Across the cloudless sky 
Bringing back to life
A Majestic Queen
Who lay buried among the castle raze

Her eyes flashing rubies of rage 
Her ebony hair tangling with the dead roots
She rose onto her feet
With an eerie twist of her scarlet lips 
As the robes of her rags
Floated around her like the foam of the sea
Rising to drown the world into the abyss

Vengeance flowed in her dried up veins
Fueling her senses with gruesome power
To destroy all that was the cause of her ruin;
Time flew backward, carrying the Queen 
Into the chamber of her lover
Whose betrayal turned her a corpse 
Buried in the shadows of the night.

A ghost, the Queen still was
Alive yet dead, Powerful yet vulnerable 
With a jeweled dagger in her hand 
Stabbing the blackened heart of her sallow lover;
The history remained unchanged 
Yet the Queen was avenged 
For she was a ghost from the gothic. 

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Note:
After a Sunday break, we are back again with Day 8 for G.
I tried a horror poem with seven lines per stanza.




1 comment:

  1. I enjoy poetry that tells a story. Well done. I'll read more. Visiting from AtoZ.

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