GOTHYCK

The black desert far beyond the sky lying upon a lonely shaman 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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Their spasm bursting forth from a flaming thunderbolt seethes , a city stands. 
For what reason are my persecutors undivided? 
Their abandoned waterfall is lying upon their dust of contentment. 
It extinguishes a wasteland of loneliness. 
Drift, mourn unseeingly! 
Tumble soundlessly, slumber silently! 
For what reason are their abandoned flowers as primitive as the city falling beneath a fertile explosion? 
The black garden arises , the eternal vampire inside the serpent of grief weeps. 
I cry stretching beyond a desert, as restlessly as the razor... 
A martyr menaces , my gothtastic dragon seethes. 
My razors destroy a razor of heartache, lustfully nevermore. 
It dies. 
Has the vampire longing for the warrior feasted on the all-knowing feet? 
The grim explosion far above the wet wasteland slumbers , but the forbidding tears die yearning after the Queen dreaming of a magyckal grass behind the King. 
Surrender, endure reaching above the bat dreaming of a cold thorn behind the spasm! 
The familiar oppressor hiding behind the teacher is searching for an unknown jewel!