Within the darkness I see a light-
The light of the Goths, burning so strong.
Burning like the flames of fire-
Like blazing red sparks of Gothic light
Flaring in the darkness of night.
In the shadows the light of the Goths
Shows me great and powerful things;
The power of the healing goddess;
The power of everything the Goths send forth-
All that the Goths send forth-
Before me I stand.
Yet into the darkness I see
The shadows of the deep-the deep
Of the total, but yet, unknown.
The unknown of the darkness is calling me;
Calling me unto the deep of dark light.
Unto meeting this darkness I hear
The voices and light calling me to them;
Calling me to the air of the dark.
not dull at all! likeable, if anything
gald you
wrote
i liked it
Not a dull poem at all, but full of brilliant images, and highly evocative. I have read some of your other Gothic poems today. Although I cannot enter into the spiritual side of them, I found them most interesting; and this one here is the centerpiece of all of them!
Starward