The moon looks down,
always thinking of her.
Wanting her blood,
wishing for her heart.
She sits entranced,
watching the Wiccans dance.
Demons and devils claim her soul,
but the moon won't have the toll.
Say what she might,
Satan's still right,
the Gothic never make it back to earth alive.
By Echo V. Hawthorne ©2011
Echo V. Hawthorne
I'm me. I'm goth, I ALWAYS wear black, and I even have expirence in EmoLand. (Being Emo).
I write poems everyday, every hour.
Sometimes I'll write distorted stories, depends on the weather and my mood.
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The Wicked Come is an exciting, sinister collection of Dark Romantic and Gothic Horror poetry featuring many new twisted exciting poems from horror writer Rainbow Reed.All the poems are written in a different form or style some amusing, some eerie and some just wicked. The collection explores the darker side of humanity, what happens when people love too much, when sanity crashes against madness and meet the characters that inhabit the shadow lands of society: the gourmet detective, the doctor with unusual hobbies, the unnatural gardener and other fascinating creatures.
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