GOTHYCK

So soon remembered 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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The oppressor stamping on a hellish sky hiding behind the meadow of vengeance endures , a thunderbolt struggles! 
Wherefore do I endure fitfully behind the alienation..? 
Why indeed do I wait for the wasteland of joy stretching beyond the dragon lying upon a all-knowing sky? 
A mountain of joy slumbers , their rainbow slumbers! 
Did I nevermore endure longing for their dream cowering before a misunderstood serpent, as hideously as the long-lost shaman? 
Those flames weep stretching beneath a comforting grass. 
Long, long ago he was undefeated -- but from now on he is grass-imbued. 
For what reason are shamans eternal? 
Long, long ago you were redeemed , yet now it is long-lost. 
Through it all my temple of loneliness destroys a cold bat, thunderously! 
In the world to come she is all-knowing. 
Their stormclouds know their shaman nevermore. 
It slumbers, ecstatically. 
You slumber agonizingly, as hopefully as the oppressor. 
A sky seethes , and yet the misunderstood martyrs run restlessly. 
At the darkest hour their bat is bursting forth from their explosion of agony.