The Ellis Loves: may 2026

Welcome to the Garden of Gothly Delights

Let the velvet drape upon the night. The hush, anointed light shines like a secret altar as the breath of night slates over rooftops. Shadows bow to the becoming as the dark is full like a chalice briming with stars.

I hear the cathedral clocks chime and nightly friends grin as the raven's wings flutter with the distant bell. Candles in forgotten windows lean into the street as if listening to all who wonder.

Walk with me as I keep ghost polite, where night falls and only The Ellis remains.

Let the dark fold you in the cloacked warmth. Infinite. Intimate.

Here, we garner laughs, sorrow, and joy.