the night falls as if slain by the sun, lost are we.
the light for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
swept away by madness.
all hope must surely perish.
your heart beats no more.
how could you not understand?
demons surround us, crying,
sanctuary!
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frozen-vodka is no more. I'm done. I've nothing left to say.
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April Fool! I'll be back tomorrow with an extended update and the usual template! Darkly Gothic poem courtesy of The Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator. Go create your own darkly gothic poem right now!
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