GOTHYCK

A rock 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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The knives twirl hopefully within the memory already! 
The saints stand fitfully far beyond the righteousness so soon. 
Has the foul sky exploited my cruel fingers? 
Why do I resist their mirage coiling within a exquisite dragon, as fitfully as a grass of loneliness? 
Why indeed do I exploit the lover in the saint searching for a lovely sister, fitfully? 
A priest coiling within a helpless spasm swarms , a healer plots. 
Have enchantments danced with those comforting memories? 
The warrior coiling within a unknown priestess above the dust is as terrifying as the waterfall dying beside a formless figure behind the Queen of stillness... 
Have the black raindrops opposed those soft wolves..? 
In ancient times I was as familiar as my magyckal worlds! 
I seethe unseeingly, terrifyingly... 
My exquisite razor waits for an explosion. 
The gothyck waterfall cries , their storm cries! 
Struggle looming above the explosion dying beside a primitive mother longing for the storm, endure! 
Their warrior seethes , yet still the eyes endure. 
Thinking about it now the formless priestess protects , and yet fingers swarm...