From: Bauhaus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: all
Date: Fri Jul  1 17:51:48 1994
 
The Gothic Queen 
By: D.W. Dimok, King Jubal Dimok, Wintermoon Riverwind.
 
"Give me instead of beauty's bust,
     A tender heart, a loyal mind,
Which with temptation I would trust,
     Yet never linked with error find-"
-George Darly
 
With a touch of your delicate fingers,
Grasp hold of my lonely hands, 
follow me into the void of life,
there, were the grass is made of crystal,
and the dew a haze of my blood,
a cloud kingdom in the sky,
rose quartz pillars overlook,
pools made of glowing violet water, 
through the spinning nebula of colors.
 
I cry out for you in vain, 
wisdom is my prisoner here, 
the past the manacles on my feet, 
a glowing orb at the heart of the kingdom,
touch it and you will know love, 
my emotions underneath the surface,
and you, the only one worthy of this gift,
on my knees heaving in the castle tower,
all the ancients have taken their toll,
drew blood from my veins & filled the pools.
 
I'm so alone here, but you can't see,
the darkness is chaotic, incessant, 
empathize this sphere of malice, 
my life is as cold as the hard marble floor,
my soul as hollow as the inside of the crypt,
wishing the impossible: for you to know, 
many words pass through my head, 
emotions rise like tidal waves, 
and abruptly shift, berating the sand.
 
looking up into the gray sky, 
a rain appears, remembering your tears,
I cried with you that night,
ripples breaking the walls of my kingdom,
familiar emotion flooding it's lands,
hiding in the shadows was love, 
leaping out, backstabbing me, 
I was helpless, hands locked together with throns,
there sat a silk scarf which mended in it,
where the immortal words glowing bright: 
     Queen Wendiduerr Dimok.
 
my gaze turned into the demons eyes, 
and my tears washed away any hope, 
reality held out a sword of which I yeild,
blood gushing, forming a perfect sphere,
in the center of my estranged tower, 
as I fall onto the marble surface, I cry out:
     I miss ye Wendiduerr, Gothic Queen, of
     whom I love, brought forth from the stars,
     risen from the ashes of the phoenix,
     molded in false beauty, broken by the
     wrath of humanity, it matters no more,
     merely my sacred oath: I love you Wendi.