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Tale of a Gothic Princess

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful

All dressed in black

With white make-up and dark purple lips

She sat on the throne so full of majesty

The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty

And worshipped the ground she walked upon

The King was not well

And expected to die soon

And the Queen had died long ago

So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom

Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace

She carried out her duties without question or complaint

And she would always greet new visitors with a smile

Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms

In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists

And let the blood pour into a bowl

She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more

Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick

Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin

She felt so much pressure to be beautiful

She had many suitors but none that she loved

A stranger from abroad arrived one day

And stole her heart

But he was not a suitable match for a princess

A handsome sailor of common stock

She pleaded with her father to let her marry

But he doggedly refused her request

One night she took the blade

And slit both her wrists

Not a cry for attention

But an attempt to take her life

Living was a torment to her

The expectations too high

The rewards lacking in true value

Her dead body was found the next morning

And all the towns folk mourned her death

The beautiful princess had departed this land

And headed off above the clouds

To find a happier resting place

A traditional Gothic funeral was held

To celebrate her life

Many fine words were said

And then her body was buried

Under a thousand red roses

Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line

And took over the royal duties

A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with

“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory” twisted evil

Tale of a Gothic Princess

Princess Dominica looked so beautiful

All dressed in black

With white make-up and dark purple lips

She sat on the throne so full of majesty

The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty

And worshipped the ground she walked upon

The King was not well

And expected to die soon

And the Queen had died long ago

So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom

Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace

She carried out her duties without question or complaint

And she would always greet new visitors with a smile

Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms

In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists

And let the blood pour into a bowl

She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more

Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick

Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin

She felt so much pressure to be beautiful

She had many suitors but none that she loved

A stranger from abroad arrived one day

And stole her heart

But he was not a suitable match for a princess

A handsome sailor of common stock

She pleaded with her father to let her marry

But he doggedly refused her request

One night she took the blade

And slit both her wrists

Not a cry for attention

But an attempt to take her life

Living was a torment to her

The expectations too high

The rewards lacking in true value

Her dead body was found the next morning

And all the towns folk mourned her death

The beautiful princess had departed this land

And headed off above the clouds

To find a happier resting place

A traditional Gothic funeral was held

To celebrate her life

Many fine words were said

And then her body was buried

Under a thousand red roses

Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line

And took over the royal duties

A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with

“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory” ninja ninja

The Music Box

Serenity sat on her bed and listened to the music

Playing over and over on the music box

It was her most treasured possession

It had been a birthday present to celebrate her tenth birthday

It was a haunting tune and the pink ballerina pirouetted and danced

To the tune and the music box play on and on

Serenity was now 35 and had lived here for 10 years

She had been engaged to Steve

They had first dated at the school prom

Just after her 16th birthday

They had gone on holiday to Spain and Cyprus

Bought a home together

And soon they would be married

But one night he found Steve in bed with her sister Sapphire

She had screamed at both of them

She screamed so much that she passed out with nausea

She was taken to hospital and stayed over a few nights

When she returned home Steve had move out

A week later she discovered he was staying with Sapphire

They both laughed at her and shouted "poor Serenity"

One night soon after she took an overdose of sleeping pills

Her mother found her slumped over her bed

She was taken back to hospital

And although she recovered physically

Her mind could not deal with the shock of recent events

She returned to her childhood lost in daydreams

She was moved to the psychiatric ward

And there she remained for ten years

Some of the patients complained about the music going on and on all day

The same simple haunting tune

It drove them to distraction

But it was the only thing that helped Serenity to stay calm and relaxed

She remains there to this day listening to her music

Lost in childhood dreams of innocence.

Gothic Expression

The Gothic Poet walks down the street

And stops at the bus stop

She posts one of her poems for all to see

"What do you make of me"

"Am I a freak or am I oh so chic?"

"Dressed in black - am I a tiger or a pussycat?"

"Read my words and you will see"

"A deeper soul lies within me"

She sits at home and paints her self-portrait

Slightly distorted - this is the way she is viewed by the world

She walks on down to the art gallery

And posts her portrait at the entrance door

"Do you want more?"

"You will see more reality in this picture"

"Than anything that lies behind this door"

"Open your eyes and you will see"

"All God's beauty"

She lies on her bed at home

Waiting for a reaction

Bu the passers-by fail to express any emotion

Too wrapped up in their own worlds

In God and man we place our trust

Another creative soul bites the dust