Poem: 'Gothic Victorian' by Kay Irvin

'Gothic Victorian'

By Kay Irvin

Flames are on the leaves

The waters are still

Wistful presence grieves

Riddle charms surreal

Can you feel, can you feel?

There is calm before the storm

Something dies, something is born

And thunder lives

(she is)

Hazel eyes know pain

They look into you

Lightning splits the rain

And she reaches through

Believe ... do you, do you?

Nightmares chill the bone

And there's no way out

You are not alone

She's heart of the house

Do you doubt, do you doubt?

Climb up to the thirteenth stair

And she will be waiting there

She knows you are so weary

Her soft touch may seem eerie

She knows you can understand

Love is the take of her hand

And she is strangely comforting

(she is)

Dark hair, deep stare and black lace

Dark soul offering embrace

And she is strangely comforting

(she is)

The piano plays tonight

Chime tolls long, time come alight

Thirteen candles burning bright

And thunder lives

(she is)

Gothic Victorian

Sweet flesh of porcelain

(she is, she is)