Original Gothic Poetry

Nightfall



My 17
17 years ago
My dark dream
I never told.

My first love
Bloody at 17
Just 17.

She came to me
She gave to me
She ran with me
She died with me

Gods, Alone!

A crashing down world
17 years ago
Surviving insane
For 17 years

Tonight brings Yesterday
Dying again today
Harder than torn before

Cause it's been 17 years...




- The ghost at Stone Rope Keep