GOTHYCK

Unfulfilled sensual enchantments 
( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) 
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A chaotic oppressor weeps , a wicked sea dies. 
In the modern world she is desolate. 
Before Man it was orgasmic , yet now she is as comforting as my flaming houses... 
In my childhood he was as indestructible as the stormclouds. 
The all-knowing demons endure lustfully. 
Did I nevermore defy a temple, as excruciatingly as my chaotic waterfall? 
My spasm defies me! 
Look again, though -- the grass of woe waits for the dust longing for a abandoned rose beyond the rainbow dreaming of a lush mirage. 
Presently it is as grim as those lonely petals. 
In ancient times she was as familiar as children. 
Flowers mourn! 
And why do I mourn reaching above their long-lost priestess above the righteousness? 
My lost fireflies flutter searching for my sister of woe. 
Demons oppose their memory coiling within a cruel sister, excruciatingly. 
My sister lying upon a sinuous figure menaces. 
In the end, my explosion cries...