Black hair, black nails, black lips

You'd think fire shot from her fingertips

She never smiles, she likes to glower

She even thinks she's got the power

But you should know this Gothic gal

Is hapless as the devil's pal

She is a fake for all to see

A Rocky Horror wannabe

The only thing you must beware

Is not to love her evil stare

There beats inside this tortured tart

A hard and shrunken, blackened heart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just poking a little fun at the Goths.  Gee, I hope they don't cast a spell on me!

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