Gothic Wife

I walk.
I follow the trace.
Traces of rose petals.
I see there are no more petals.
I look up and see.
I see a mansion.
A mansion of dark.
I walk in.
No one is here.
I explore it.
I stop.
And see someone.
Someone is goth.
A man, wearing a gothic suit.
He takes out his hand.
"Be my gothic wife"
And i was.
I was his gothic wife