A poem, and goodnight.

In shadows draped, where moonlight wanes,

One Gothic beauty finds its strains,

A dance of light on pallid skin,

In whispered echoes, where we begin.

Through veils of mist and somber night,

Beauty wields its dual-edged might.

A blessing dressed in velvet's sheen,

Yet cursed, in love's consuming scene.

For eyes that drink the beauty's grace,

May overlook the hidden trace,

Of torment veiled in crimson hue,

A darkness born, forever anew.

In candle's flicker, shadows play,

Revealing truths, they dare betray.

For beauty's song, a siren's call,

A fleeting touch, a destined fall.

With every glance, a silent plea,

To be loved, yet to be free.

A paradox, a twisted fate,

In beauty's grasp, we suffocate.

So tread with care, in Gothic night,

Where beauty's allure blinds the sight.

For in its depths, both blessing, curse,

A fragile flame, a universe.

~by Velvet Blue