Gothicize

Walking on layers of gray velvet,
This lifeless Courtyard has no shadows.
Surrounded by pointed arches and ribbed vaults,
A wilted garden waits in a desolate corner.

Persistent gray ash cascades from the oblivious sky,
Crippled vines cover the walls with cold red thorns.
Vile black water tumbles down a decaying fountain,
Containing her reflection with a vivid image.

Luscious red lips and midnight eyes,
Contrast such an innocent, flawless face.
Jet black hair flows around her red corset,
Displaying natural curves of a gorgeous woman.

Defenseless gargoyles casted away in solid statues,
Breakdown and crumble from this putrid air.
A Gothic Queen is her own entrapment,
With a crimson crown intertwined in her hair.

With no Master to love and stand by her side,
Her willpower fades and is quickly subdued.
Inconspicuous footsteps lead to an open door,
Gradually turning into a trail of blood red rose pedals.

She is lured up to a vacant old balcony,
Careful not to tread too far from the edge.
Amidst the disappointment drowning her thoughts,
An unknown presence creeps down her spine.

She feels rough fingers comb through her hair,
Not feeling frightened, she turns around and smiles.
Looking into his eyes gives her warm vibes,
As his golden crown illuminates his black attire.

He gently kisses her hand and leads her to a throne,
The empty space inside of her is now filled with love.
'My Love, my Lady, my Queen' he said softly,
'I will be by your side for all Eternity.'