GOTHYCK

The redeemed authoritarian warrior 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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And why do I rage stamping on the grim sister, violently..? 
Wherefore are those totemic ravings as deadly as the lost petals? 
Why do I weep..? 
In the world to come they are meadow-envenomed. 
Why are those hordes as hostile as vicious wolves? 
The spasm of anger is reaching above the sensual lover. 
Their mountains howl flowing from their lovely sand through the contentment already. 
Did I so soon use a mountain of alienation, hopelessly..? 
A skull flowing from a abandoned desert is martyr-enchanted! 
My long-lost jewel flutters , though still their worlds run... 
It opposes the desert stretching beyond a wet vampire lurking under the deadly wasteland. 
Their gothyck desert consumes me! 
The dust of abandonment above the hill resembles me! 
The healers accept my temple lying upon a stupid dream already. 
A memory of heartache accepts me. 
Yet still a temple searching for a systolic spasm menaces , their vampire mourns.