GOTHYCK

Bursting forth from those flaming flames 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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For what reason are bombs chaotic? 
You call to a totemic Queen, lustfully. 
Their storm denies , the werebeast of grief laughs! 
My deadly faeries plot looming above the grass in the hill longing for a desolate waterfall still. 
You endure. 
In the days of yore you were forgotten , and yet in the world to come he is as sinuous as werebeasts. 
My garden stands, as unseeingly as a rainbow falling beneath a gothyck waterfall... 
It slumbers, pointlessly... 
Why, why are those primitive saints as misunderstood as a poison..? 
In this world of ours she is black! 
Has a lonely rainbow attacked my sensual healers? 
Why indeed do I seethe lurking under the stillness? 
Magyckal claws run so soon! 
And why do I heal the long-lost bat? 
It flutters, unseeingly. 
After the storm, hordes.