A Gothic Valentine

A bloated moon was hanging low
in a somber sky
making shadows seem to grow
and unseen horrors fly

The graveyard gate was thick with rust
and made an evil sound
as I kicked it in the dust
and entered Hallowed ground

Gnarled and twisted limbs were creaking
as I walked within
like demon voices shrilly shrieking
evil words of sin

The sepulchur loomed up ahead
its doorway gaping wide
a mouth that swallows up the dead
digesting them inside

I tore the coffin lid away
and there before my eye
the love of all my life still lay
a love that would not die

My hands caressed her morbid charms
my lips sought hers in bliss
and wrapping me in loving arms
she killed me with a kiss

C.  Lon  R.  Bruso