In shadows draped, where moonlight wanes,
One Gothic beauty finds its strains,
A dance of light on pallid skin,
In whispered echoes, where we begin.
Through veils of mist and somber night,
Beauty wields its dual-edged might.
A blessing dressed in velvet's sheen,
Yet cursed, in love's consuming scene.
For eyes that drink the beauty's grace,
May overlook the hidden trace,
Of torment veiled in crimson hue,
A darkness born, forever anew.
In candle's flicker, shadows play,
Revealing truths, they dare betray.
For beauty's song, a siren's call,
A fleeting touch, a destined fall.
With every glance, a silent plea,
To be loved, yet to be free.
A paradox, a twisted fate,
In beauty's grasp, we suffocate.
So tread with care, in Gothic night,
Where beauty's allure blinds the sight.
For in its depths, both blessing, curse,
A fragile flame, a universe.
~by Velvet Blue
