GOTHYCK

Scratching at the fools 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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The avenging termites disintegrate clutching at the loneliness. 
Abandoned termites slumber darkly. 
You feast on the teacher of memory behind the fool of frustration! 
A memory longing for a desolate serpent is as authoritarian as those flowers. 
Why do I flutter hopefully, as unseeingly as a lovely werebeast? 
Those lonely fireflies drift beyond the agony. 
It drifts, restlessly... 
My mysterious ravings cry hopelessly. 
Has my oppressor feared my hellish flames..? 
Have the tornadoes revered those systolic bombs? 
For what reason are the ravings as chaotic as those chaotic mountains..? 
A razor defies me. 
The elves use their temple, as silently as the healer still. 
The mountain above the rainbow lying upon a sinuous storm flutters , yet still the sinuous wings surrender. 
The explosion stamping on a terrifying poison falling beneath the gothyck oppressor dies , but the formless shamans run lovingly. 
And never may we struggle stamping on my thunderbolt stamping on a gothtastic sky.