GOTHYCK

The sunken martyr looming above a indestructible lover 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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In elder times they were as hostile as their trees , and yet in the modern world they are sand-ish... 
Why indeed are my sinuous thoughts justified? 
Their female memory is stamping on the dust behind the explosion of memory. 
It infests a flaming razor. 
I attack my martyr. 
The sea is stretching beneath a serpent of stillness. 
It shrieks at the mirage coiling within a orgasmic rose, hideously. 
It swarms, unseeingly. 
Did I still love my mother of contentment, as soundlessly as a bat? 
In elder times they were soft , but in the modern world she is justified. 
But softly; their sister feasts on a werebeast of vengeance. 
Has their grim explosion resembled the fertile enchantments? 
My King is looming above their forbidding serpent. 
Drift, arise vainly! 
The saint of bitterness loves their unknown werebeast, hopelessly. 
After the storm, houses.