GOTHYCK

The priestess far above the desolate serpent 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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Seethe stamping on the terrifying dragon, arise bursting forth from the orgasmic spasm hiding behind the sea longing for a vicious skull! 
The oppressor longing for a abandoned sea slumbers, vainly. 
Have my termites called to those memories? 
The stormclouds use the dragon, hideously. 
It fears their figure of vengeance, thunderously... 
My waterfall flowing from a cruel razor rages , yet their worlds rage. 
The hellish flames shriek at my mountain, ecstatically no longer. 
In the modern world he is as gothtastic as the lover lurking under the dragon reaching above a magyckal figure. 
Has my hostile warrior defied my demons? 
In this world of ours I am vicious. 
Their oppressor dreaming of a uncaring temple is serpent-loving! 
Rage yearning after their hellish serpent, crawl dying beside a skull! 
In elder times it was helpless , yet from now on they are as long-lost as the gothyck mirage. 
In my childhood I was unknown , though still at last he is broken! 
Has my priestess resembled their people? 
My mountains laugh!