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Gothic Angel
Her eyes so blue, as if their frost
The blue shows how cold, her mornful heart
The blood whispering against her deadly lips
Her hair so dark
Her tears so Solemn
Falling against her pentacle
The spikes, The black clothing...
For she is the only one judged
The cold eyes in such a glare
You shiver at her painful stare
Her soul is beautiful, but people percieve her dead...
She is a gothic angel
This is what makes her
Once again you captured the feeling perfectly. I've always thought TRUE gothic people are very rich in soul and beauty. As Hope said, I go through this every day of my life. And even still the comments hurt, but you have to find a place where you say that they don't matter anymore, all their critisism and ignorant words are just that, words. Take from it, learn from it, take the agression and put it in art and poetry. I think you do that perfectly.
This poem reminds me of my friend, Leigh, who is like the girl in the poem. So I can totally relate to what you're saying, because I see her friend go through it everyday.
what can I say, good piece....very much enjoyed!
Great work, I like how it captures the stereotype, as well as the real essence of those who dwell in darkness. I do not think you meant to do so, but you've written a marvelous allegory here. The Gothic Angel speaks for all those who have been cast out for fear of their darkness, which really isn't as dark as it seems.