May. 1st, 2002 05:56 pm
(no subject)

Alone in Darkness
the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the light for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must not endure.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
our dark thoughts surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
From Goth-o-Matic Poetry Generator.
It's at least as good as most modern derivative tripe. hehe