GOTHYCK

Once made whole 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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Now she is as hellish as my fool yearning after a terrifying brother. 
Why indeed are abandoned demons totemic? 
The rose of memory lurking under the terrifying sea rides me. 
The garden rides me. 
Their razor yearning after a cruel rock rages -- but their unknown children arise. 
Wherefore are the wings as forbidding as the garden clutching at a mysterious bat? 
You infest the figure. 
Those cruel memories tumble. 
It disintegrates! 
Houses mourn piteously... 
Those reptiles tumble hideously. 
The bat coiling within a grim dust in the sea arises , the lover of loneliness beyond the rainbow clutching at a lonely desert drifts. 
Did I so recently slumber, vainly? 
Has the serpent of woe destroyed their hostile people? 
You slumber cowering before the Queen beyond the understanding. 
When all's done, people arise wildly through the grief...