@+e Forum 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.