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PLEASE NOTE: The authors of the poems on this
page have copyrighted their work; it cannot be
used without permission. DISCLAIMER: Where the
poems herein may incorporate images,characters,
etc.from previously published works(FOREVER KNIGHT
for example), no copyright infringement is inten-
ded. In short, WE AIN'T MAKIN' MONEY OFF THIS,
WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN!
And now, children, without any further ado, I introduce the first poet to grace our dark halls--
and she is not even Gothic or Vampyre! But this
poem speaks to the souls of all those who live
in this world of darkness...
CAULDRON
(c)1999 by Deborah Ryder
In a cauldron black and deep,
my shattered soul doth boil and steep,
remembering shards of rotten flesh
and old memories of innocents' deaths.
My shattered soul doth boil and steep
heart rending anguish, pain full deep
and old memories of innocents' deaths
full neigh steals my ragged breath.
Heart rending anguish, pain full deep
rip my blood soaked eyes from sleep.
Full neigh steals my ragged breath,
remembering blood oaths and violent threats.
Rip my blood soaked eyes from sleep.
Horrific visions still they keep
remembering blood oaths and violent threats.
Nightmarish visions to vicious deeds attest.
Horrific visions still they keep.
My soul shall ever wail and weep
nightmarish visions, to vicious deeds attest.
I know my heart shall never rest.
My soul shall ever wail and weep
remembering shards of rotten flesh.
I know my heart shall never rest
in a cauldron black and deep.
And now, some poems from the newest member of Clan
Giovanni, ANASTASIA NIC0LINA GIOVANNI. Anastasia
is an up-and-coming Goth Poetess and just happens
to have been recently Embraced by yours truly, into "this thing of ours"(da family Giovanni).Enjoy the works of a true dark genius!
BLEED ME
(c)2000 by Anastasia Nicolina Giovanni
Sweet passions of life tear thru me
like happy little razor blades
looking for blood
to quench their long forgotten thirst.
As feelings of harmony and pleasure
dance on my lips
these razors cut
thru my bones.
They give me no pain
as they play
with my flesh; only joy abounds within.
I hope to see
what scars of life
they will leave me and what portrait
will be displayed
with my blood paint.
They give me no pain
as they play with my flesh;
only joy abounds within.
LUST
(c)2000 by Anastasia Nicolina Giovanni
Death, blood, power
crush my vision
take my moment
smear my dreams with
your drunken finger.
I taste the honey with your tongue:
I soar thru gardens of shadow;
the world is void of joyful souls.
I scream into eternity.

DARK POEMS