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.