A grotto by Ferdinand Knabb. #Gothic #GothicArt #art
"I don't think I posses the slightest remote idea of what love means or is. Perhaps I am simply incapable of manifesting that, if such concept even exists at all. But, then, I find myself in the middle of nowhere, alone with the dauntingly intense smell of nocturnal flower, the chilling pushing force and coldness from gusts foretelling the impending storm, whose screeching sound rips through the deafening, muffled silence... And these overwhelming shadows enveloping me, the dark fog from this storm... I can barely see the enormous silver light that's increasingly bathed in red above my head. Then I realize, I'm being watched by the only presence capable of truly seeing my being, but I'm unable to see back. I feel the ever-growing proximity, I feel like I've been unable to hear the footsteps approaching me, or the thunder-like sound of the flapping wings. My heart races, my breath shortens, I can barely stand by my feet as vertigo throws me to the ground. Is this love? Because I can feel like I'm going to be kissed very soon, and I know this will the the first and last kiss I'll ever experience, and I know it's gonna hurt me, still I'm increasingly craving for it as the chilling cold gusts touch my lips like invisible, cold lips. It is said Death isn't capable of loving... but then, why She is going to kiss me this night? Why is the only phrase I can think of upon feeling Her presence involves this four-letter word denoting a concept whose definition I was never able to conjure?"

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