GOTHIC REVERIE

ALL HALLOWS Dark are the shadows and deep is the gloom Night of All Hallows will be with us soon Saving the daylight deepens the night Magnifies noises and heightens our fright Out of the frying pan, into the fire Tension, anxiety, fear mounting high'r Darker the night and brighter the moon Night of All Hallows will be with us soon

UNTITLED Espe sits on the bank of the river. The wind blows by and makes her shiver. Orcus rises and bays at the moon. The sun will end his revels too soon. On through the night Averna roams. She stops to look into quiet homes. Her time of gathering is nearly done For soon Lucien will spoil her fun. Moira, aloof, watches them all. Seeing some rise, watching some fall. Perdita takes the hand of many While smiling Zorian rarely leads any. Colon and Cowin fight for ascension. Night and Day in total contention. In the hearts of men we often find Many a struggle of a similar kind.

SOUL MATE Can it be, after four decades on earth, that I've found you? I'm surprised that you're so young. Now that I know where to find you, should I tell you who you are? Can it be, that after waiting long years, age will divide us? I can't bear not knowing you now. Should I let you go through your time here unaware that we are one? Can it be, though our curious eyes met, you don't know me? It's too hard to think that there's no bond. Is it verity my soul cries not to yours to compel a song? Can it be, your warmth so close beside me, I can't touch you? I don't even dare to speak your name. How can this cold separateness be real to two once so connected? Can it be, my thoughts are turning blacker, I will leave this place? To no more see the face once lost, now found. Is it likely we will ever meet again if parted so soon? Can it be, as my heart protests to you, you can't hear the sound? How my soul's voice shouts out in pain! Can't your sweet soul wail its own lament in desperate harmony? Can it be, that as I turn to leave, your gaze seizes mine? Perhaps my eyes are playing tricks. Are you the one who turns to quit this place of hope now anguish-dashed? Can it be, alone again my heart aches, no kindred spirit calls? My soul will once more grow dry. Or will again the one my being needs bring life to this empty shell?

THE VOICE The rain is falling, falling, falling. A voice is calling, calling, calling. I can't seem to make the words out. The soft, warm voice of a man calling from the garden. Down the path, on past the fountain, hear it calling now it's still. The wind is blowing, blowing, blowing. The air is flowing, flowing, flowing. I strain to see the gardens edge. Only shadows grey and black greet my straining eyes. Down the path, on past the fountain, comes the voice and then it's still. Once again the night is quiet, silent, still. Dark is constant, velvet, real. Nothing stirs in any corner of my garden domicile. Down the path, on past the fountain, all is silent, all is still.

TEMPTATION Your face, so young and beautiful, is like a child lost in the night. Your touch, frightening and enticing, bids me closer. Do I dare? Your smile, so sweet, can quickly promise sensual pleasures. Your voice, the sound of angels, bids me to a place I should not go. Will not go? What form of creature are you? In what world or realm do you reside? Can strength and prayer keep you at a distance? Oh soul be strong for he is far too close! Can I endure? Light-Dark-Virtue-Depravity Of such is the human soul.