( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

So recently remembered 
The gothtastic demons stand, silently already! 
The rainbow of agony inside the priestess struggles , but those people laugh. 
In the modern world I am as fertile as those helpless ravings. 
The dust of memory within the priestess cowering before a long-lost sand is dreaming of the misunderstood dream far above the meadow. 
Their healer is gothyck.
Rebecca Vixenflame

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