Her lips were red
Her looks were free
Her hair was yellow as gold
With skin as white as leprosy,
This nightmare, life in death, was she,
Who thicks mens’ blood with cold..
Had to look that up to see it was from Rime of the Ancient Mariner and not Alice Cooper.
Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when you
quote goth poetry?
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright.