Gothic Moon Rules Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

In her lingerie there is a sky
Embraced in the stars of subspace
Her voice centuries of castles
Icons grow like silk butterflies
Ancient clocks with armies
Ships on seas of pleasure
We are in the bizarre romance

She sends me antique chains
Drenched in forests of ravage
Hungry Lioness prowls my heart
Clarion voices of the wild darkness
Sanity is a pathetic place
I am her pet of the velvet cage
Only the gothic moon rules