now *that's* a poem!

Thanks to lalcorn for referring me to the ever-so-cool Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator, which helped me compose this dark little gem:

Darkness Descends
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must surely perish.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
lost souls surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.