Eternal Gloom. . .
You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.
Executed in California's gas chamber.
~~ Robert Alton Harris, d. April 21, 1992
This is a page on the darkest people of the night. The people who live in the shadows, the people hidden in blackness, who live eternaly in the spirit of Halloween. Their minds are a mystery to all who just see them, and color of black is their flag. The hours of twilight is their home, when they trully come alive. Here you will find some information and links to this cult of people that are the living soul of all hallows eve.
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The people known as "Goths" are often dubbed as lunatics or Satan worshipers but in actuality they are just as calm and centered as the average person. The Gothic type is often mocked by society, who talks about them as they are sick, depressed egomaniacs that strive for attention. I hope this page can clear up some of that steriotype. Fist off, the Goth people are a group that shares common interests with eachother, much like Jocks, Computer Geeks, and Pseudo Freaks. Most goths enjoy and appriciate the darker side of life and philosophy. This includes Art, Poetry, Music, and Religion all relating to the darker side of life. People say, "Why all th black?", well for me...i love the color. It represents the side of the unknown that no one can ouch or see...and will never. But hey, thats just my opinion. Links are at the bottom of the page, take some time to enjoy these sites...they are rather interesting.
 
The death clock Exellent Cemetary Page So...you want to be a vampire. The theory of Vampirism The offical Vampire Page Gothic Study Gothic Humor Gothic.net |
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The morn, to
deplore it,
May dawn on it weeping:
Sullenly, slowly,
The black plague flew o'er
it --
Thousands lie
lowly;
Tens of thousands shall
perish;
The living shall fly
from
The sick they should
cherish;
But nothing can
vanquish
The touch that they die
from.
Sorrow and
anguish;
And evil and dread,
Envelope a nation;
The blest are the dead,
Who see not the sight
Of their own
desolation;
This work of a night--
This wreck of a realm--this
deed of my doing--
For ages I've done, and
shall still be renewing!
-Lord Byron
from Manfred
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