Gosamyr is a fictional character, a supervillain from Marvel Comics.
Gosamyr first appeared in New Mutants #66 (August 1988), and was created by Louise Simonson and Bret Blevins.
She subsequently featured in The New Mutants #67-74 (September 1988-April 1989); Power Pack #42 (December 1988); X-Terminators #4 (January 1989); and The Mutant Misadventures of Cloak and Dagger #4 (April 1989). During this time Simonson said she was considering having Gosamyr reform and join the New Mutants, depending on how much Simonson liked her. However, Gosamyr was written out of the series with The New Mutants #74.
Gosamyr received an entry in the Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe Update '89 #3.
Gosamyr is a member of an ancient, but rare, race of alien beings. In line with her heritage, Gosamyr is a very beautiful and delicate humanoid creature in her early stage. Once they reach adulthood, members of her race cocoon themselves for several thousand years before finally emerging as large powerful monstrosities. If released too early they can be powerful enough to destroy planets, even solar systems. The female of the species also has empathic powers which, even without intent, can cause conflict between even the closest of friends to the point of destruction. Provoking such conflict has evolved into the cultural norm for the species as a means of vying for dominance. As part of this, Gosamyr used her beauty to seduce male humans. She even tries to chat up eight-year-old Jack Power, who resents her approaches.
When I was young then all my boughs
were thickly hung with glittering hopes.
But one by one they've blown away
and only one remains today.
It flutters out upon the air,
one hope all pinned on gossamer.
What are all lives but gossamer
in one lacy cobweb crossed?
Yet strand by strand we tear at it
until the pattern's lost.
And one by one hopes blow away
till only one remains today.
I hope the forest will return
to climb the mist-hung morning slopes.
Where falling leaves deep-banked in fern
may meet the water ouzel's hopes.
But one by one they've blown away
and only one remains today.
And when the condor opens flight
on crystal air not cracked or stained
by any fallen angel's flight,
these glittering hopes may be regained.
When I was young then all my boughs
were thickly hung with glittering hopes.
But one by one they've blown away
and only one remains today.
It flutters out upon the air,