Long Poems About Gothic

NAM EA EST
SUPER
FAIRYTALE
 
She lays on a carpet of freshly fallen snow,
Pale skin matches the frostiness around her.
Raven hair splayed out on the ground,
For her the fairytale is now over.
 
Her existence in visions
Have left me blinded
By her gleam.
She once was sleeping
A beauty under the spell
Of living death.
But too soon it was over
For she could not last
The dreadful winters.
 
The saints have slain
Those in the rain,
Left behind.
The Princes have gone, ...