A Poem About Appreciating Styles

 Lace and Shadows: A Poem for Gothic Lolita

In twilight stitched with velvet thread,
She walks where angels fear to tread.
A parasol, so black and fine,
Spins secrets in the moon's design.

Lace like cobwebs, silken grace,
A porcelain mask on a haunted face.
Frills that flutter, boots that gleam,
She’s stitched from myth, from darkened dream.

Not just a dress, but armor worn,
Of innocence and fury born.
Each ribbon speaks of silent might,
Each bow a banner in the night.

Let others chase the fleeting sun,
She blooms where dusk and starlight run.
A rose within a graveyard grown,
Majestic in her monochrome.

No costume this, but sacred creed—
A love of beauty, art, and need.
To cherish black, not out of gloom,
But as the richest, rarest bloom.

So raise your teacups, hearts unfurled,
To girls who paint a gothic world.
Who find in shadows something sweet—
A lace-clad world beneath their feet.