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.