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The darkest wine pairing - A Gothic Vignette by DB Sullivan Muffled sounds of water drops falling on consecrated stone echoed sporadically through the subterranean vault in which I had built my study. By my specific design, it was outfitted with all of the amenities and accouterments which would facilitate my investigations and inquiries into all of the various subjects that fascinated my mind. Books and manuscripts were stacked from floor to ceiling along the full leng

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