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Blasphemous Love

Gothic Style Poem

By Sebastian VerlacPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Once in the darkest hour of the night,

The clouds drowning out the heavens' light,

A viscous wind chilled me to the bone,

Then she spoke to me and me alone,

Why alone sit thee this winter night?

At this the moon started to shine bright,

And I found that I was moved to tears,

For that voice I never thought I'd hear.

Then my bride walked down that silver beam,

I thought surely this must be a dream,

Then the crow, he cried three times to warn,

That my bride, she wore a crown of thorns,

God, I cried, what blasphemy is this,

And then I noticed her scarlet wrists,

Her face then twisted into a grin,

Not based in love but founded on sin,

And I thought, what kind of dream is this?

As she walked away into the mist.

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About the Creator

Sebastian Verlac

Writer, reader, and anime enthusiast. I am passionate about writing about things that excite me.

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