Gothiness: 6 Sweatiness: -4
It was a hot day, but a freezing sea. These two Dark Delights jumped in and before they knew it they were overwhelmed by the Goth's biggest fear: enjoyment. Yes, you can clearly see these these two Gothettes are having fun. How dare they? I made up for it by finding a previously unpublished poem, penned by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Apparently he binned this one and went with the Rime of the Ancient Mariner instead.
"Oh! Sea of chilly suffering, I jump in thee,
To drown my sorrows, at the shores of Whitby.
To look so glum was my goal,
but instead, childish enjoyment filled my soul.
I am Goth, 'neath the searing sky
I feed my pain with fish and chips from the Magpie."
4 comments:
Thy gothic musings fill me with bright glee,
Where ought to dwell the shades of misery.
I always thought Coleridge was more of a druggie than a goth.
Oh yes, terrible one for the Laudanum, old Sam. But he did spend his time standing on rooftops in the rain just like The Crow, plus he was mates with Wordsworth and was one of the founders of the Romantic Movement, which makes him more Goth than Kensington Market in my book.
haha -4, nice touch
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