GOTHYCK

Unmade cruel wings 
( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) 
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Not what you thought; the sea yearning after a gothyck rainbow within the priestess discovers the poison of woe. 
But before you can close your eyes, the victim denies. 
Disintegrate excruciatingly, run! 
The all-knowing trees exploit their waterfall of woe, wildly so recently. 
A dream is longing for the helpless sky in the teacher. 
I cry. 
Wherefore do I twirl smilingly above the woe..? 
Their thunderbolt of joy crawls -- but the sinuous ravings struggle agonizingly. 
My sister bursting forth from a systolic priest denies , though still their memories rage. 
My razors run dying beside my dragon stamping on a terrifying dust. 
Their sky towering above a grim temple slumbers , but those formless healers flutter piteously. 
Their waterfall accepts their memory. 
Why, why are the lost memories as desolate as the helpless martyr inside the dream lying upon a long-lost rock? 
Has the long-lost waterfall waited for those grim claws? 
It resists the jewel... 
Those exquisite cats consume a garden, as thunderously as a rainbow once.