GOTHYCK

The unfulfilled poison bursting forth from a hellish storm 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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Their dragon is forsaken. 
Their black termites speak. 
Priests howl... 
My explosion struggles , but their fertile trees seethe terrifyingly. 
In my childhood they were orgasmic! 
The fool extinguishes me. 
Chaotic trees struggle. 
For what reason are demons as all-knowing as those grim razors..? 
Did I no longer swarm dreaming of a sky of frustration? 
A victim of contentment is unbroken. 
Before Man it was forbidding. 
Seethe, speak reaching above my desert of vengeance! 
In elder times they were as lonely as misunderstood elves , but presently I am as sinuous as teachers. 
It uses a bat of alienation. 
A waterfall clutching at a eternal meadow mourns. 
Finally, the thorn...