Gothic Lady

Do not cry
my Lady
You are significant
the others
feel their worth
in crowds, they run
but you are one above
them
you can walk on paths alone
confident and beautiful
for the seeds that
you have sown
are filling up the forests
with bells and fragrant hue
appealing to the rest of us
creating such a view
the weight of life, seems vast, I know
but in the darkness, you
shine
you shine eternal
my gothic lady, true

Head in hands you
may contemplate
your wondrous life ahead
a soul who seeks forgiveness
but is not one to be led
leading from the front
all paths are open, to your eye
and those who mock your being
can never see you fly