She stands there.
Very erotic.
So voluptuous.
Such a perfect form.
Wind blowing threw her long black hair.

Alone, all alone.
Not a human or creature in sight.
Alone, all alone.

You cant help but notice her tears.
The  makeup runs down her face,
As if it were black blood.
Seeing it flow from her cold eyes.
Terror strikes your mind,

Her silent suffering.
Only a few can tell.
A gothic Queen that every one

Off in the distance you can hear a wolf cry.

You notice that she is trying to slip away
Step by Step.
Not to be seen or heard.

.
A raven flying away,
as the night consumes the day.
Silent in her suffering,
there are few who can tell.
The story of the Gothic beauty .