Here is my attempt at a Gothic poem. As per usual it is CC: BY-SA, so share and enjoy!
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The night is cool, the night is calm,
the streets bereft of life.
In every house, in every home
Sleep now claims its tithe.But one narrow window
bleeds with light;
there two-score candles
oppose the night.
It is the window
of a tired young girl,
who is much too frightened
to let dreams unfurl.