Sad Gothic Poems: Talons of her Gothic Mind
She! Talons of a gothic mind, Steel of blue in chilly stare, Pitch of black, the stench of blood; In all of this, an evil care To terrorise the weeping kind Befogged in mental mire; to rape The shore with phallic waves And all for lust, her one desire: Corrupt the sand of innocence Without a case for penitence, Or cause for such as reticence, Burning in her priapismic fire. Sad poems: Mark R Slaughter
