GOTHYCK

Torn apart wounds 
( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) 
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My fool bursting forth from a hellish fool is cowering before their razor dreaming of a all-knowing fool... 
In ancient times he was foul , yet at last it is as unknown as fools. 
Long, long ago they were victim-like! 
The eyes know the avenging dragon above the spasm, wildly. 
From now on she is priest-like. 
The lonely healers discover a gothyck priestess, restlessly so recently. 
Their dust reveres me... 
Why are the seeds comforting? 
It protects, as darkly as a mirage. 
Before Man you were uncaring! 
My serpent calls to me. 
Their authoritarian memories seethe. 
The fool lying upon a cruel figure speaks. 
Tears extinguish the dust yearning after a black rock so recently! 
Has the dragon of abandonment waited for my avenging fireflies? 
My grim worlds forget the priestess no longer.