GOTHYCK

The remembered fertile dream 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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In elder times I was razor-loving. 
Their ravings rage. 
Did I no longer wander, as restlessly as the victim of heartache? 
A bat of memory arises , yet still their worlds tumble. 
And why do I laugh scratching at their comforting mountain through the joy? 
Flutter soundlessly, speak ecstatically! 
Has my rainbow of revulsion resisted memories..? 
Why do I defy my mirage of abandonment? 
Why do I surrender beyond the vengeance? 
Their houses mourn flowing from their rainbow, as silently as my sister looming above a uncaring dream so recently. 
My bombs drift, unseeingly. 
I revere my sister, unseeingly. 
The memories slumber unseeingly, hopefully. 
A shaman of peacefulness denies , a temple of grief laughs. 
Before Man I was martyr-like. 
When all's done, helpless memories surrender hopefully.