[Soaring Feather]

In the gardens of night
near the castle of the hill
I heard the call of you
in the wind from a thousand
lonely nights of Goth Land
while the gargoyles hissed
from Hell's hot gate
a cry of agony in the night

The Black Rose of Love
fell at my feet
I amazed, stooped to
pick it up
when music
from the cathedral drifted
over the dark and dank moors
shadows moved in darkest night
odors arose from the damp
wetness and cold feelings
of death surrounded
the garden of Medieval Ages
and a metamorphose
began taking place on
the land...

Snow, white snow covered
the Castle Grand of Medieval Land
a Black Rose faded to blue
I knew then
I had lost you...

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

John Maynard Keyes said, "Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thought on the unthinking."

[Darksheare]

WOW.
What hath inspired this one?
(curiosity and all that...)