GOTH PARTY:

You´re cordially invited to a party by the ancient black Goth,

Where you´ll be lit by the moonlight & escorted by the moth,

Held in the cloisters of the graveyard, by the old tombstones,

Where grey dank mists are stirred by the old cracked bones.

Be garbed in alabaster pore & draped in gown of midnight lace,

Inked scarlet lip & ebony eye, shall mask your mysterious face,

Please come grave-ash-booted by the light of the haunted moon,

And old medieval chantings, by black ravens shall dance the tune.

By eerie yellow candlelight & on bat broth, you shall gaudily dine,

You shall quaff from bloody gargoyle goblet, full rich garnet wine,

Serpents from the Styx shall dance & skulls will wink & slyly smile,

And midnight cavorting shall excite loins & seduce the ready bile.

You´ll be serenaded all night by hounds & wolves that bay & howl,

Kissed upon your powdered cheek by the flitting bat & hooting owl,

You shall dance the night away, with spiders in their webs of dew,

Until the glinting of dawn appears & washes the fresh day anew.

I´m sending you this invitation to a party, of the midnight Goth,

If you accept, the folk of the night, to you, their hats shall doff,

So don your glad rags, those black, dark & of deep velvet hue,

And there shall surely be a dark & eerie welcome awaiting you.