Roses are black and violets are grey,
                  And candy hearts say ‘Yuck!’ and ‘Ew!’
                  At least they would if I had my way.
                  And no hugs and kisses from me to you
                  There wouldn’t even be hearts or ‘love anew’
                  Especially not pink cards saying ‘Be Mine!”
                  No smiles and laughter and love shining through
                  On my very own Goth Valentine’s.

                  At Valentine’s dances no one would stay
                  We’d slouch on the couch, all day that’s what we’ll do
                  We’d all yell at Cupid, “Just go away!”
                  Everything I say I want to be true 
                  ‘Cause the real Valentine’s Day just makes me blue
                  And if it’s doesn’t change soon,
                  all the world’s goths will whine
                  And we will be upset that the Earth never knew
                  What it’s like on Goth Valentine’s.

                  We’d have to keep the lovesick smoochers at bay
                  And all the ones who afford time to woo
                  Because we goths don’t want to be led astray
                  Or we won’t be able to start the goth debut
                  And keep everyone from becoming as mushy as glue
                  Hopefully we can keep them in line
                  maybe we can turn them into goths too
                  Then they can celebrate Goth Valentine’s
                  
                  Then we can make a party out of a fray
                  And it will all turn out fine
                  I hope this doesn’t sound cliche
                  but, have a happy Goth Valentine’s..

Gothic girl
Queen of my world
Manager of my company
Gatekeeper of my heart
Undertaker of my cemetery

Princess of dark royalty
Royalty is our romance
Our kiss of death
And reincarnation

Naked dancing in our queen size bed
Worshiping the ground she walks upon
Worshiping every inch of her body

Driving me crazy
Driving me crazy
Driving me crazy

Not being able to have her
But to dream how it would be

Gothic girl
Captain of my ocean
Key to my treasure chest
A door that is ever been ope
To have hope there is a you and me

Another life of a unique personality
Complete, no clashing auras
A type that is one of a kind
A person again I could fall for

Moonlight Shadow


Broken dreams
On purple flamed wings

Celtic rumors
Burning bright

Crosses and crescents
Knights and swords

In the mist of a weary mystical night
I saw her lying there, chest broken and bare
Picking her up, horse galloping away
We escaped the arrows and swords
She my sworn enemy lay half dead and splayed
My duty for not to tribes, but only to save
Slaved to the sword, this moment I escaped
Both bloodshed and grief
Freedom at last

In a hut in the forest
I dressed her wounds
I caressed her heart
Our eyes met over the firelight
I emptied myself into her
She, with lips so sweet
Drained the flood of tears and hate
From my very being
Shocked that love should strike me as an arrow
I held her, my first and only love
For three days and three nights
We whispered to each other foreign words
I touched her face and as she touched mine
In my arms she died
Softly and loved


I buried her
I buried my hate
I buried my sword
I buried my history

Celtic rumors
Burning bright

I, at peace
For the final flight

I held love within my arms
For that celestial moment in time

Now the final embrace
Wrinkled and old
I kiss deaths door
Knowing within
She is there to greet me