Gothic LoverA Poem by Cardinal Robin
Gothic Lover Warmed into Gothic I was never born so I can never die I am not Alpha not Ever nor Again and Again I am an extrapolation of infinite span well over The Golden Arches of Omega In the Halls of Never More Bliss is the Death of Everness and in the Soil of Souls the Vampire Sisters are Succubine playthings My blood does not run it has no freeze nor burn it feels naught, zero, nada Brethren in my Coven know We are not Kings. We do not create the circles so our covenants are never broken. Life is a wooden Token of what dreams could have been in a smoke and mirrored hall stretching bonds less than arcane Trinity and other man made notions of Divinity The foulest most cruel drivel leads to bonds of shallow Grave thinking backwards Dark and Light Good and Bad Zeitgeist did you really evolve at all through your terrible Two’s? Pray Thee you and a True friend get your spirits together then to mend and there I am with thee And we shall partake of oysters and horseradish lemoned lightly and Eros and Handmaidens will continue to string along the forces of Love Unrequiting For the rest of our eternities… foreshadow © 2008 Cardinal RobinFeatured Review
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