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Northwestern Gothic

Pardon my tardiness! Please have some lemon tea, and read some bone chilling stories!

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Winds blow from the mighty lake

The lake strikes a chill to our bone

Trees menace with lifeless branches

Leaves litter outside a hallow ground

So far, so near vaunted curvatures mimic numbers

A blackness eclipses over Ryan's shoulder

As the wind wail for help

Purple hearts trimmed in gold sit under tombstones

Specters roam defending

Ghouls await in a mass cheer

A fear of zero christen a worm like mind

Among the dirt rise a fierce snarl

Gothic horrors tremble a tenderness

Shake our wits to submit

Struggle through the bloodiness

Till the death, till our last breath, we will be victors