Calm gothic - GOTHIC FISH

My lady swims in darkness
her skin a web of stars
the weedy lake her chamber
bullrushes her bars

She breathes the thick green waters
swallows deep their chill
brewed among black pebbles
nightly takes her fill

Her mouth an ache grown hollow
where shadows swarm to hide
lose themselves in horror
welling from inside

Her eyes like cloudy moonstones
sightless as she drifts
cold between the currents
aimlessly she sifts

Dredging out each echo
every drowning wish
tastes their bitter nature
bloodless as a fish.