Lav dit eget Goth-digt

hehe, nu egentlig meget sjovt de digte der kommer ud af det

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my eyes.
It wounds me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In a frenzy I fall limply
while oblivion approaches.
Now alone, my love falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is my doom

Arj hvor er det godt...Kæft en griner

Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the thirsty earth.
In my madness I try to run
while death follows.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon dead eyes.

This is my Hell