Gothicarus: Part XII – Conductor
Serial Gothic Poem He frowned at her sternly. “You are…connected. You see and hear What others do not. The heavenly realm calls to you.” She twisted her pale hands. “I’ve always felt that He...
Serial Gothic Poem He frowned at her sternly. “You are…connected. You see and hear What others do not. The heavenly realm calls to you.” She twisted her pale hands. “I’ve always felt that He...
Serial Poem Did you hear that? I’m certain he’s back again. Measured breaths against the floorboards Betray the location of the fiend. I will not move a hand or foot. In stillness, I will...
Serial Poem “She is frightening- I won’t pretend otherwise. I often wish to be rid of her completely, Return to the days before she’d cut into me. All of her is sharp: her beauty,...
Serial Poem When the white came down, it was searing. Dazzling, sparkling colors appeared. She was terrified; she was intrigued Was it possible the doom had cleared? Desperation knows not to caution, Bid oneself...
Serial Poem His first appearance was most sinister. (To so deceive a child was monstrous.) He gained her love and gained her trust, and she, Unaware of danger, defenseless, Lost herself. Yet blinded, she...
Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...