The Little Gothic Shop

Down in the village

In the center square

Lies a little Gothic Shop

People hardly know it’s there

Lanterns swing outside the door

A bell rings as you enter in

You are greeted by the owners smile

More like a cheeky grin

Yes, my dear the woman says

Holding out her hand

Covering each and every finger

With a silver band

Her rings are all unusual

None are very small

One has a little Lion on

She bought it from a market stall

As you look around the shop

At all its wondrous stock

Imagination runs away with you

Just like, you have had a shock

There’s Dragons, Wizards and the like

And Incense burning, it smells so right

Witches by the score abound

To some it could be quite a fright

The Dresses hanging in the alcove

Take your breath away

Majestic colors, Red Blues and Greens

In styles that look so gay

Fancy boots, some short some long

With laces by the score

There is even a Highwayman’s cloak

Hanging behind the door

On a shelf there’s giant’s castles

Where Wizards ply their trade

Along with their Frogs and Toads

It’s where the magic spells are made

All the unusual Jewellery and Ornaments

Are put out on display

For you to try on and look at

In the hope that you will pay

To take some of it away with you

A dress to wear, a fancy ring

Something that takes your eye

It could be anything

Well my dears the woman says

What can I sell you today?

Can’t let you in and out again

Without you have to pay

Her Earrings hang loosely down

Dangling from her ears

Dressed from head to foot in black

A true Goth through and through the years