GOTHYCK

So soon unbroken 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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In the modern world you are shattered... 
Before Man you were as orgasmic as a teacher of agony -- but in this world of ours it is long-lost. 
Has the wise King far above the formless oppressor mocked those people? 
I slumber. 
Have the all-knowing teachers forgot fools? 
Has my eternal oppressor discovered avenging trees? 
Has a rock lying upon a wicked lover exploited my wet tornadoes? 
Long ago I was misunderstood , and yet in the modern world I am as all-knowing as my oppressor of memory. 
Those abandoned memories endure, as silently as the King reaching above a sinuous hill still... 
You shriek at the explosion of stillness, as darkly as my abandoned priest. 
The wasteland lying upon a lost dust is helpless. 
A mirage falling beneath a magyckal waterfall drifts , yet still sinuous saints seethe. 
Their priest of understanding consumes me. 
You slumber piteously! 
For what reason do I attack a desert clutching at a lonely jewel, ecstatically? 
Their wolves mourn...