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Gothic challenge

Dracula

Oh how he creeps round in the shadows, And sends a shiver up your spine, And though you never seem to see him, He always leaves a sign, A bloodied mottled carcass, Deadly pale and fresh, Stinking of many things, Like rotten eggs and death, With blood red fangs and wicked eyes, Oh what a […]

Mr Rochester’s Secret

Stay, Remain in your ancient attic Restrained Remembered only By the husband who hates to recall The satin tresses that once caressed your shoulder Now greying, worn With no adoring audience Stay, and fill with bitterness Feel its acidity rise and bubble in your fractured mind Twisting, turning, transforming Until you have reached its definition […]

They creep around…

They creep around on nights like these, When the wind blows through the mangled trees, With the full moon in the sky and a chill on the breeze, They creep around on nights like these. When the darkness is endless, they travel here, When the world is too silent and the blackness too near, When […]

The New Faustus

Behind the great iron gate And the tall ornate doors; Down in the basement That’s where he hides himself. The alchemist: hunched at his workbench Suit stained dark with oil. He’s burned the tips of his fingers Clean away, and there is only a blackened stump Where his tie used to be. He doesn’t leave […]

The wind blows low and mournful…

The wind blows low and mournful over the town upon moors Where the houses all have sun-bright roofs and crimson carpeted floors. The children sleep with steel dolls, the fathers have red beards The mothers wear rope necklaces to ease away their fears. The trees are hung with bloated fruit, never to be taken The […]

Poem For George The Medic (And His Cadaver)

Blueing our mouths with wine last night, I told you about Prufrock and you said you’d been spending some time with the dead, and quite liked their tendencies to ignore you and to weep. There’s a symmetry in us, I think – The yellow rib lanterns, the tedious capillaries back to the heart And our […]

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