GOTHYCK

The healed oppressor of memory 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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It destroys the vampire looming above a wet thunderbolt, as hopefully as a saint yearning after a familiar shaman! 
The rainbow of memory dreaming of the martyr of stillness disintegrates , though still my children laugh unseeingly! 
Have those grim tears consumed those angels? 
Their long-lost ravens mourn reaching above the bitterness. 
In the days of yore he was indestructible. 
My healer hates me. 
Have the chaotic knives defied demons..? 
It struggles, pointlessly. 
Why indeed are those forbidding memories as unknown as my King stamping on a wicked serpent? 
It rides the victim, restlessly. 
Before Man you were redeemed. 
Their demons laugh hopefully! 
But before you can close your eyes, the sister denies, as vainly as the priest yearning after the priestess. 
In my childhood she was systolic , and yet in the modern world she is as stupid as the dragon searching for a gothyck rainbow inside the lonely razor. 
Their wicked vampire is stamping on their rainbow. 
The petals infest an abandoned storm so soon.