#gothicruins

Where Moss Remembers | Sindy

Step into the haunting beauty of forgotten ruins with Sindy’s latest gothic poem, “Where Moss Remembers.” Set against moss-covered stones and ivy-draped arches, Sindy reflects on love, loss, and the strange elegance found in decay. Her words carry the weight of time, where beauty lingers even in sorrow, and ruins whisper stories of what once was.

This dark, atmospheric performance captures the essence of gothic art — blending haunting imagery with emotional depth. If you enjoy gothic poetry, melancholic reflections, and timeless themes of love and ruin, this piece will speak to your soul.

Experience the silence, the shadows, and the solace that can only be found where moss remembers.

POEM LYRICS:

[Poem][Spoken Word] Upon this shattered stone I sit, among the whispers ruins keep. The arches bow, the ivy clings, time has carved its quiet hymn.

[Poem][Spoken Word] Each wall once bore the weight of love, but now they cradle silence deep. Moss creeps gently over scars, a tender veil for wounds that weep.

[Poem][Spoken Word] I trace the cracks with weary hands, their lines are kindred to my own. For every fracture, every fall, has left me more than left alone.

[Poem][Spoken Word] Yet in this wreck, a beauty stirs, not bright, nor pure, but shadowed, worn— a loveliness that grief refines, a rose that thrives upon the thorn.

[Poem][Spoken Word] The past decays, but does not die, it lingers soft in stone and air. Love once proud now lies in ruin, but still it haunts, still it is fair.

[Poem][Spoken Word] So let me rest where moss remembers, let ivy crown these broken years. I find my solace in the ruins, and haunting beauty in my tears.

Learn more about Goth girl Sindy at her official website.

“The Abbey in the Oakwood” by Caspar David Friedrich, circa 1808. Source: Wikipedia

This painting reminds me of Wordsworth’s “The Thorn.” The barren scene brings to mind the hill, “o’ergrown/ With lichens to the very top, And hung with heavy tufts of moss, A melancholy crop” (13). Like Wordsworth’s poem, this painting evokes a remembrance of loss, of trauma, of a wretched attempt at regeneration. Like the crestfallen female that is the object of Wordsworth’s methodological gaze, I imagine a sad frequenter to this scene. A person who comes for reprieve from worldly judgement in between dusk and blackness. Like “The Thorn,” this painting is the house of ghosts. But it goes beyond that.