This poem is a picture of gothic greatness begging to be painted and framed on a wall. Your words are enough!
"Picture Perfect" is, however, a nice phrase that doesn't exist-even Da Vinci art had flaws, and while I hesitate to call this a flaw, as it has more to do with my subjective whims than any objective assessment of art...
I HATE this thing you often see in poems, where you'll reach the end of a thought, signified by a definitive period, but then the poet will continue on with a different thought on the same line, to drop down and finish the new thought on the next one!
But, nevermind, this is nothing more than a silly personal preference...
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