Gothic Bliss
I love an antique tale
Where noble swordsmen never fail
To rescue ladies fair
Or brave the dragon’s lair.
The creaking castle door—
The hidden stairway in the floor—
They each enchantingly
Excite and shudder me.
Romantic terrors thus combine
With Beauty. Old, old wine
Of witchery and wondrous dread
A Gothic castle in my head.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010
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