The crisp cool breeze of the Autumn's night air, rushing through the lifeless trees composes an enchanting howl, accompanied by the melodious song of the distant wolf who calls to the alluring moon..the darkness seems to surround her as few silver rays touch the exposed skin of her hand, illuminating black nails upon pale flesh, holding a rose of the deepest crimson..She kneels before the immense marble crucifix and lowers the tender flower to the soft damp earth..Upon brushing the cold stone with her scarlet lips, all memories of her lost love, Malachite, come flooding back.. the pleasures they had, wandering through the desolate and dark forest, and the late evening rendezvous they enjoyed upon the misted ground of the final resting place of so many souls which have fallen lifeless in the near and distant past.. She never thought she would be bowing in grief before the grave of her beloved..
..Malachite..
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As you walk down the city street, the early morning hours seem to awaken you..the appeal of dense fog, hovering over the entire earth as you can perceive it..but then, as you take a seat on the cold concrete, leaning yourself against the tall building behind you, you feel a sense of sickness, you wonder why you have not yet returned to your home and have not acheived slumber before the moon..Many people walk by, they wonder about your pale face and dark clothing..and suddenly you realize..this isn't your time, the people stare because your kind are not seen at this hour. You are out of place..you wonder if anybody around you has ever heard of, let alone, knows The Meaning of Gothic.. |
A hand moves across the darkness in your direction. For a moment your eyes widen in terror.. Then your fears subside. The fingertips of the hand touch a small button in the radio compartment. Suddenly the volume increases and a beautiful tune floods the vehicle. Caught up in the haunting melodious tones, you only seem to catch a few words in the song. You turn to your companion and as if he can read your mind, he hands you the booklet so that you can see the Lyrics.
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Your eyes slowly open to a sombre and cold bedroom.. As you slide out from between a set of heavy black sheets, you find your feet searching the floor for a bare area on which to step, after several attempts, an ill mood is exposed and you find yourself standing on a small mound of "dirty" clothing. Upon stumbling toward the door in search of a towel for your upcoming shower, you pass a mirror, and without makeup, you are intrigued by the corpse-like figure which had just recently caught your eye. As you step backward, returning your gaze upon the mirror, you become overwhelmed by the reoccurring question, "Who am I?" |
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