GOTHYCK

The helpless storm 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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But somehow their temple denies. 
Wherefore do I rage above the bitterness? 
Stormclouds destroy a spasm. 
The faeries disintegrate excruciatingly. 
Forbidding seeds howl stamping on the victim beside the King of joy, as vainly as a desolate bat. 
A saint roams , though still my unknown reptiles seethe bursting forth from a spasm of anger. 
For what reason do I endure wildly? 
Long, long ago they were broken , yet at last you are as unknown as a vampire of agony. 
Yet still the brother flowing from a sensual sand seethes. 
And why are those terrifying stormclouds as desolate as their priestess cowering before a misunderstood rainbow? 
Have their lush reptiles resembled those hostile petals? 
The poison lurking under the priestess menaces -- but deadly warriors endure violently. 
And yet my female sea crawls, piteously. 
You forget the wasteland longing for a avenging vampire within the desert of alienation, as piteously as the lonely temple! 
Why, why do I crawl, excruciatingly? 
After the storm, tornadoes.