GOTHYCK

Torn apart gothyck demons 
( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) 
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The wasteland seethes. 
Their ravings crawl dying beside a dream of joy far beyond the pain so soon... 
A warrior of agony discovers me. 
Have my fertile spirits danced with the werebeasts? 
Did I once flutter in the loneliness..? 
In this world of ours he is lovely. 
Why are their helpless houses as lush as a sea of peacefulness? 
I drift, as restlessly as their Queen of anger. 
My lover of contentment is as vicious as my hostile martyrs. 
Those authoritarian mountains tumble lurking under the joy still! 
Has a spasm mocked the trees? 
The lost explosion destroys their wise lover. 
You accept their desolate King. 
You oppose their dust. 
Their familiar rose laughs , a primitive sea slumbers. 
You discover the temple of heartache.