To my dearest friend in shadows deep, This year has scarred, in sorrow steep, Yet through the night, a constant stays, Your friendship's light in endless ways. Though absent I, like moon's retreat, In gothic prayers, our spirits meet. My vampire heart, with whispers cold, Wishes you warmth despite the mold. In solstice dark, where spirits roam, You are my hearth, my haunted home. So, as this year draws to its close, Merry Gothic Christmas, my soul's repose.