Wanna read the only piece of poetry I have ever written in my entire life?
Years ago I had a friend who was a bit of a goth, so I knocked this up for her:
He walks as evil through the night
In nightmare climes ‘neath shadowed skies;
And all that’s worst of dark and night
Meet in his aspect and his eyes;
All deepened by that dreadful blight
Which hell to baleful night supplies.
With apologies to Lord Byron
Ok, so it was a rip off. Still.