Gothic Poetry

The Garden

Whispers of shadows play among branches
Marble steps to a leaf-strewn pool
echoes of moonlight dancing there.
You come…and I await you in the darkest corner

Pale shadows play on your features
as night sounds echo near.
A gentle kiss and all begins anew
as some forgotten melody
Of love, of time, of immortality
as in this dream of one sweet moment.

Twilight

Search beyond the iron fence amid the roses 
long since bloomed and gone 
The summer’s song tis now a passing memory 
and autumn nights proclaim my love for thee.
For in the dried and cool autumn eve 
we sit behind the shadowed garden wall 
To watch each twilight darken 
still moonlit lovers, clinging 
to the smallest shred of time, 
of moments as one.
You take my hand and in that wondrous breath
I see the world in some small measure as ours.
A wonder yet beheld,
together through the darkening night.

Kindred Flight

And so, the weary bonds do break
Of mortal life and of the ties of death.
At last, the kindred strength doth take
One such as I who longs to breath
 the air of immortality.
When once again the moon does rise
And all around me sings the shadowed night.

Copyright – JJ Thompson