Gothic Girl's Poem by James McLain

In shadows cast by moonlit sky,
Amidst the night where spirits sigh,
There walks a maiden, dark and fair,
A Gothic girl with raven hair.

Her eyes, a window to her soul,
Reflect the depths that take their toll,
A haunting gaze that seeks the truth,
In realms where darkness finds its youth.

She dons a cloak of ebony lace,
Adorned with symbols, an arcane embrace,
Symbols of mystique and ancient lore,
That whisper secrets forevermore.

Her lips, a shade of crimson red,
A hint of danger, allure widespread,
They speak in whispers, tales untold,
Of love and anguish that unfold.

She walks with grace, a silent grace,
Through cobblestone streets, a spectral chase,
Her footsteps echo through haunted halls,
Where ghostly echoes make their calls.

A velvet dress, flowing and long,
Envelops her in shadows strong,
A tapestry of midnight dreams,
Where fantasy and reality gleam.

In moonlit gardens, she finds solace,
Where wilted roses and thorns embrace,
Her touch revives their withered bloom,
A Gothic girl, mistress of gloom.

But beneath her dark and mystic guise,
Lies a heart that yearns, a soul that cries,
For love and light, a tender embrace,
To find a haven in this eerie space.

So, let us not judge her outward guise,
For within her depths, a beauty lies,
In darkness, she finds her unique worth,
A Gothic girl, a soul rebirthed.