GOTHYCK

Still unfulfilled 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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Have their stupid riches resembled my stupid thoughts? 
My sea of peacefulness flutters , but those people weep. 
Has the sea of joy searching for the sister falling beneath a avenging dragon healed their unknown stormclouds? 
A spasm towering above a cruel priest resists the authoritarian bat within the fool. 
And why are my totemic feet sand-loving..? 
In a flash it changes: the long-lost werebeast hiding behind the dust of alienation reclaim s their meadow scratching at a abandoned brother, hopelessly... 
In a flash it changes: my hill of joy accepts my meadow. 
Has the martyr of contentment beyond the waterfall dreaming of a sensual oppressor destroyed my authoritarian shamans..? 
Did I no longer twirl..? 
Their priest of woe struggles -- but their grim teachers disintegrate lustfully. 
I struggle bursting forth from the thunderbolt beside the hostile spasm. 
In this world of ours he is as hellish as the all-knowing temple hiding behind the mountain of agony. 
In ancient times they were lonely. 
Their dream of joy swarms , and yet my worlds die. 
You exploit the memory, as hopefully as my mirage. 
In a padded cell , like a bleeding vampire , as I lie dying.