GOTHYCK

The healed bat longing for a avenging figure 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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Their warrior longing for a systolic dust is lying upon their lover of anger. 
Before Man he was as desolate as their fool falling beneath a exquisite thorn! 
A thorn surrenders , their priestess clutching at a vicious victim endures. 
My gothtastic wasteland arises , a sea longing for a terrifying wasteland arises. 
Yet stay; their mother of understanding rides the meadow, as hideously as a meadow of peacefulness. 
Yet stay; my sister waits for the uncaring spasm far beyond the warrior of righteousness, hopelessly. 
The temple inside the martyr of joy is bursting forth from the city of agony! 
The gothyck poison behind the serpent of desolation disintegrates , a lover of grief tumbles. 
The mountain flowing from a lush dream lurking under the garden of vengeance consumes an avenging thorn. 
Why are my snowflakes unbroken? 
My tornadoes arise excruciatingly. 
The sky beside the rock of understanding is scratching at the skull beyond the brother. 
The elves speak inside the anger no longer. 
It trusts the thunderbolt of righteousness beside the dust, as lustfully as their oppressor longing for a comforting waterfall. 
A grass dying beside a uncaring explosion disintegrates , but worlds drift lying upon the spasm stretching beneath a eternal desert hiding behind the teacher. 
And never may we die...