Poem - Genre: Gothic Fiction
At the hillside a beauty feel so blue..
Picking rue by the light of the moon..
She was a divinity's creature but, attuned...
A dark sinister as bible construe...
Hoping mercy would show her face...
To a gothic revival in her way....
Sarah, she was a sign of pure yin...
But in a deep love with an angel of sin...
That queen of snow certainty deprived...
In a tainted perdition, and then she cried....
Abandon to love was the only settlement,
But oh God! it is an immortal sentiment...!!!
By
Sarah Bhurgari Pakistan
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