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On Visiting Poe's Grave - A Gothic Vignette by DB Sullivan A soft, muted and mournful snow fell placidly upon the carved headstones and iron-gated crypts of the Burying Ground at Westminster Church, where the Countess Cynthia Ann and I had come to pay our solemn respects at the tomb of Mr. Edgar Allen Poe. The anniversary of the publication of “Ulalume” was approaching, and the Countess and I felt moved to take the occasion to sojourn to his resting place and offer our admir

The Angel of Grief - A Gothic Sonnet by DB Sullivan My rended heart, through anguish shatters fore, A stone, that sullen weighted spirits hold, The scattered sands adrift on sorrow’s shore, Where grieving angel’s mournful bells have tolled. Uncaring winds have rendered lifeless now, Whose tenderness imbued thy loving years, Disjoined of radiance, the broken bough, Conveyed to rest on waves of weeping tears. Entombed, abiding silent kirkyard drear, Whose eyes no longer shine w

A Thunderstorm in Edinburgh - A Gothic Vignette by DB Sullivan With a near-reflexive, but altogether pleasurable quiver of bodily relaxation, I sank deeper into the soft, luxurious pillows of the ornately carved, four-post ebony wooden bed, in response to a particularly loud and reverberating crash of thunder. I have always felt an innate sense of comfort and tranquility, in both mind and body, in the midst of thunderstorms, and tonight, the perfect alignment of carnal pa

On the way home from Transylvania - A Gothic Vignette by DB Sullivan The terminal, scintillating amber-golden rays of the western setting sun and their long, heavy, sullen shadows elongated across the soft undulating fields below the imposing, snow-capped southern Carpathian mountains, as our coach meandered along the punctated, uneven path. And in the northeasterly sky, rising with a steady but intoxicated indifference, the scarleted shine of the full blood moon signale

The Left- A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan Bound in blessings with the Left— Brother Left! Joined in patriotic love of...

The Persecution of Moll Dyer- A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan “A curse!” my fist upraised in spiteful pain. Departing country of my birth,...

The Ballad of Annabel Lee- A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan Ah! It was there, and a lifetime ago, In that kingdom by the sea, Our love was...

The Burning of Agnes Sampson - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan May peace and truth beguide my wounded soul That tends and treats the sick...

Lenore's Messenger - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan Once upon a mornings’ splendor, youthful hearts so loving, tender, Bursting joy, a...

The Ruins of Whitby Abbey - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan Hear now the tale of this grand and great structure of Whitby by the sea. Down...

The Beloved Souls of Salem - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan Woe for the souls who in Salem did suffer as charges were levied Onto their...

The Black Veil - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan I knew this day would come. I must confess, It’s quite surreal to have this taking place. I...

Hungry Ghosts - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan They are very much alive, these Hungry Ghosts - they surround you. Some may charm you into...

Fog - A Gothic Poem by DB Sullivan Wrought iron gates with heavy lock, Guard departed souls wherein, stalk The Earth with restless...

As the moon casts its silvery glow upon forgotten castles and shadowy groves, we gather in this ethereal corner of the internet to delve...