The word Goth conjures up images of people 'dressed in black' and beliefs that they are little more than 'devil worshippers'. But as in so many things, there is far more to them than the casual observer can discern.
They were born as part of humanities violent past - where ancient battles were fought between various tribes. At this time, Goths would have sat astride a fearsome war-charger and made their name on the battlefields of central Europe. Today they have evolved considerably, and are far more concerned with the fate of their souls - and the fate of the planet and its society.
There are many 'types of Goth', and here we consider 'just a few':
Most people will only set foot in a graveyard when saying good bye to a loved one. And yet, these Goths find the allure of the graveyard overwhelming. Such interest does not have to be morbid - instead being an interest in the graveyards architecture and quality of construction (particularly older graves). It can also be a sign of showing respect for those that have passed before us (which all too often these days is simply overlooked - or even desecrated).
These mainly require technology. They may be mad professors, or long-time internet surfers. Many computer programmers could fall into this category - especially those creating occult websites and software.
Larger and/or older woman are often the first ignored in many social gatherings. But such women can fight back by dressing as a diva. They can do this by wearing elegant garments made from satin, velvet or lace. When they do, they shall find much gentlemanly affection can be sent their way. Such is the power of the dark - to transform.
Perhaps one of the more sophisticated Goths: since the ancient Egyptians viewed themselves as godlike. They understand the importance of looking after their bodies - as it will then be looked after in the afterlife. Such Goths will have a strong connection with animals (especially cats - who are the guardians of the underworld). Trinkets made of granite, basalt, quartz and limestone shall also call to them (since these were the building materials of the Egyptians). And yet, of all the Gothic types, it is also the strangest - because the Egyptians also worshipped the sun!
This type feels the connection with nature 'throughout their body'. They can be involved in the practice of magic - or adopt attitudes and approaches that they feel assist them to live in harmony with their environment. As such, they are likely to be weeping for our planet over the coming years - as she changes gradually with the warming of the oceans.
A belief common to these is that social manners are degrading. No longer does loyalty and nobility exist. These believe in acting lady-like: 'a cut above the rest'. Their aspiring dreams might be to ride in a horse drawn carriage, or simply to be wined and dined at an elegant ball. Bodices, corsets and frilly shirts are the order of the day. Yet they may also be great achievers - since they embody the spirit of Victorian discovery.
These Goths are in love with immortality, mystery, vitae and an eternity of youthful looks. They have the ability to be extremely charming, and strive to take the longer view of life's little challenges. Few actually drink vitae, instead preferring to enhance their cosmetic attire with red lipstick, make-up or garments. These are powerful individuals - since they will usually always get their way (although they may 'upset many' in the process). They are also unlikely to be early risers!
Dark and Light
Goths feel more closely aligned 'with the dark' than the light - but this does not make them evil. They also share a common view, 'trust no one' - which sounds like a 'sensible motto' in this turbulent world. The Gothic spirit may also be responsible for many of the great thinkers of our time: 'who push on - no matter the odds'.
Many Goths would equate with the phrase 'bullied when I was younger'. Mainstream society often mistrusts 'those that are different' - with it being 'particularly hard' on the youngest. At many times in our life, are we 'under pressure' to conform. With perhaps 'the hardest' - being those of us 'that are more solitary'. Yes - that was a pun; because for those of us 'that can function by ourselves' we don't need others anyway!
As 'to be Gothic' is to be solitary - both in realms of fantasy, and in realms of reality.
Realms of fantasy provide a 'fantastic way' to escape from reality (especially for Goths). Indeed, many heroes within fantasy tales possess 'one of the traits' of Gothic: a prince that goes off on a quest 'by himself', an assassin that infiltrates enemy lines 'by himself', a princess who goes exploring 'by herself', and a warrior who stands against an entire army 'by himself'. In most of these 'Gothic storylines of one', our heroes and heroines also feel 'underequipped' - as though they are 'a spectre of light - in a sea of dark' ...
Gothic Girl - Lavender Moonlight Cemetery Goth
Does she dance through the Twilight of a Lavender Moon? Does she tease through the Moonlight of a Cemetery's Realm? Does she muse through the timeless of a Gothic's Renaissance? Does she flirt through the ageless of a Knowing Grave? Why yes she does! For she's - a Lavender's Moonlight Cemetery Goth:
When this Gothic Girl came out this Night ... She tinted her hair in Lavender red, donned Lavender skirt in ruffled of fold. She draped her Little-Black-Top, known Tightest Line upon her chest. She wrapped around her Cross of Cross, pulled Boot of Boot upon her legs. She'd wrote on her - Tattoo of bird, Tattoo of cross. She'd scribed on her - Tattoo of flower, Tattoo of web :) For this Gothic Girl, knew only too well, just what it is - this Path of Goth ... With Tomb for friend, and Autumn for bed. With Stone for Rune, and Rustle for breath. With Metal for Cross, and Silver for Jewel. With Soul for inch, and Curve for thigh. She'd wrote on her - Tattoo of root, Tattoo of branch. She'd scribed on her - Tattoo of vine, Tattoo of mine. This Gothic Path, this Gothic Way :) She'd crossed her legs upon thy ground, and sat upon this Gothic bed. She'd leaned her back against thy arm, and run her fingers through her hair. She'd arched her brows above her eyes, and pursed her mouth for subtle kiss. This Kiss of Goth she knew too well - for silver light of Moon in Night, did cast it's spells upon her form! In sensual looks of female kind, she spoke of Flower, she spoke of Night. In dreamy time of teenage look, she spoke of Thorn, she spoke of Petal. In knowing gaze of womanhood, she spoke of Seed, she spoke of Rebel :) For this Goth of Goths revelled in different ... Ssshhh!!! With Goth spelled Cemetery - she loved thy Tombstones and their Art. With Goth spelled Vampire - she loved thy Masters and their Coffins. With Goth spelled Pagan - she loved thy Nature and her Tattoos. With Goth spelled Kindergoth - she loved thy Young Ones and their Boots. With Goth spelled Punk - she loved thy Hairstyles and her Highlights. With Goth spelled Victorian - she loved Romancing and her Manners. With Goth spelled Christian - she loved thy Values and her Roots. With Goth spelled Wiccan - she loved thy Witchcraft and her Seasons. With Goth spelled Uber - she loved thy Statements and her Fashion :) Ssshhh!!! For she walked the Path - of a Lavender's Moonlight Cemetery Goth ... Her Midnight's Kiss was most aligned, with Lure of Heart, and Catch of Soul. Her Midnight's Hug was most aligned, with Brace of Rose, and Neck of Charm. Her Midnight's Love was most aligned, with Quite of Grave, and Warmth of Stone. Her Midnight's Power was most aligned, with Call of Goth, and Rise of Moon! For in Lavender's Light - Dancing Petal, Dancing Leaf. For in Lavender's Hue - shimmered Hair, shimmered Skirt. For in Cemetery's Light - Age of Stone, Age of Tomb. For in Cemetery's Hue - sparkled Grave, sparkled Rune. Ssshhh!!! Whose Grave is that? I do not know ... Whose Tomb is that? I do not know ... Whose Name is that? I do not know ... Whose Writing is that? I do not know ... Whose Cross is that? I do not know ... Whose Cemetery is that? I do not know ... Ssshhh!!! For this Gothic Girl - had cast her Spell :) I felt it now, this Call of Goth. I knew it now, this Word of Goth. I knew at once, which Path to take! Ssshhh!!! For this Gothic Girl - had called to me :) A Midnight's Kiss in Graveyard's Dawn. A Midnight's Brace in Graveyard's Time. A Midnight's Song in Power of Moon! Ssshhh!!! Thus it was, we first met - at this Grave, in Midnight's Realm :) Her Gothic Beauty, Charm of Night. Her Twist of Faith, Good as Bad. Her Sense of Self, Right as One. Her Gothic Style, Mix of Many. Her Gothic Looks, Tempt of One. Her Gothic Pose, Lust of Night. Her Gothic Stance, Felt so Right ... For all of Air, and all of Dew - smelled all at Once, of Gothic Girl :) She knew it's name, as did I - a Midnight's Kiss, of Lavender's Realm. This smell of Love, my Gothic Girl. This smell of Night, my Gothic Way :)