A fond reminder of my second adolescence

[weewarrior]

Someone actually created a Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator, where you can write your own deep and dark poems! Behold my masterpiece:

Darkness Descends

the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
devoured by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must die.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
angels surround us, crying,
we are fallen.

Comments

[inigo.livejournal.com]

That is scarily plausible.

How do you find these things?

[wee-warrior.livejournal.com]

I especially love the ebon velvetness, and "the salvation you pine for." Talk about words really not fitting their context...

I find these things because I'm procrastinating, of course.

&quoth the raven nevermore...

[never-evil.livejournal.com]

Oh I love this! *saves link to generator*

mmm now I feel like some Poe.

Re: &quoth the raven nevermore...

[wee-warrior.livejournal.com]

That means something good came out of this!

Also, nice icon.

Re: &quoth the raven nevermore...

[never-evil.livejournal.com]

Heee thanks <3 Its from the BBC adaptation of Northanger Abbey (a book by Jane Austen). I felt it was appropriate because the heroine loves reading gothic novels. Ha.