Gothic Scene

Gothic Scene Beneth gas lamps black nights skies to eary sounds of distant cries we walk streets cobbled stones through darkened alleys' squalid zones. In candle light misery strains through smudged glass of dirty pains from lonely rooms in dancing light that calls out into the night. A lack of hope in darkened shame, black of night in cold and rain drips from eaves to an icicle morning. Clear and cold and pointing down austere spikes hang down as rods or bars in front of pain glass windows.