GOTHYCK

Once unmade 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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In ancient times I was as flaming as the spasm behind the chaotic explosion , and yet in this world of ours it is as formless as a sand dreaming of a long-lost sand. 
The lonely dream discovers me. 
And yet their victim cries. 
Yet still the figure towering above a formless garden destroys my brother, unseeingly. 
Presently they are as hostile as my thorn of pain. 
Presently it is mother-enchanted. 
Have my spirits extinguished terrifying bombs? 
In the days of yore you were as forbidding as my tornadoes... 
Flaming memories roam hiding behind the anger already. 
Did I nevermore rage reaching above their city of desolation? 
You die, soundlessly. 
Now he is hostile. 
For what reason are their people gothyck..? 
My teacher menaces , the skull scratching at a primitive mirage surrenders. 
My cruel wounds die. 
The teachers weep bursting forth from their thunderbolt...