We are made of music
we call to storms by will alone
our kind are out of the ballpark
yes us, of the Gothic and Dark
Our banners are many
our loyalty confounding
it's a close community of beauty
as we scribe drinking after dark
So many intelligent writers out there
in that dark and gothic stance
my love for dark poetry
is truly my inky romance
Being burned to my grave
I perishish yet still will rave
being honest and stark
to my love of the gothic and dark
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
We are made of music
we call to storms by will alone
our kind are out of the ballpark
yes us, of the Gothic and Dark
Our banners are many
our loyalty confounding
it's a close community of beauty
as we scribe drinking after dark
So many intelligent writers out there
in that dark and gothic stance
my love for dark poetry
is truly my inky romance
Being burned to my grave
I perishish yet still will rave
being honest and stark
to my love of the gothic and dark
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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