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The Song of Roderick Usher - A Gothic Short Story by DB Sullivan The chill, prickly air of autumn swept gently across the forested countryside, with sporadic, uneven blusters that swelled up and over the hilltops with a crisp, almost hypnotizing grip, as I meandered feebly along a wooded path amongst the vibrant hues of the seasonal exposition of color. The golden, crimson, orange and butterscotch tint of the withering leaves lent a suggestion of radiant warmth, under th

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

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 blissful courting, that rivaled the tales of yore. Angels swoon and praises singing, multitudes of blessings bringing, High the bells of heaven ringing, ringing, for whom they adore. Bless’d were we, betroth’d, by Seraph singing for whom they adore. Grasping love forevermore. True and pure was our devotion, hearts enraptured with emotion, Vast

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...