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Hark! What Gothic scene doth mine eyes now see?
Behold! The “Gothic Americans” are here!
A.J. Bailey’s pencils and markers, with glee,
Hath crafted rock stars, not farmers, in sheer
Beauty.

The famous painting hath been bent
With crayons and pens, to yield a twisted view.
In autumn’s hue, the trees blaze with intent,
Fierce orange and red, in majestic hue.

The couple stands with a guitar in hold,
Aphotic gaze and clothing all in black.
Mysterious and dark, with soulful glow,
Their music with a Gothic bliss doth pack.
Oh, “Gothic Americans,” how grand thy art,
Immortalized with a poetic heart.