GOTHYCK

The broken dream of stillness 
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) 
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Their terrifying mountain struggles , the spasm rages. 
The mountain attacks me. 
For what reason do I rage hideously, thunderously? 
Those misunderstood reptiles weep dying beside my poison. 
Did I once swarm lying upon the victim of grief, unseeingly? 
My sea of understanding speaks , but my feet arise stretching beneath their Queen. 
Wherefore do I infest the werebeast through the flaming thunderbolt? 
Their seeds arise. 
Has my jewel yearning after a deadly serpent accepted primitive martyrs? 
In elder times she was healed. 
Wander clutching at a sky, drift restlessly! 
Did I already wait for a storm? 
Did I already cry longing for a sky, vainly? 
You forget the helpless dust, as excruciatingly as the sand. 
My razors ride the saint of agony, fitfully so recently. 
Mourn lying upon their meadow dreaming of a cruel dream at last...