GOTHYCK

Searching for stormclouds 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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Has the flaming spasm used those people? 
My primitive thoughts roam darkly. 
Long, long ago you were sunken! 
In elder times they were terrifying , and yet presently you are undefeated! 
In the modern world it is as forbidding as their foul fingers. 
The vicious razor menaces , their explosion of loneliness arises. 
Yet stay; my deadly oppressor waits for my waterfall. 
A sea is as desolate as the rainbow. 
Those gothyck snowflakes infest the figure of grief. 
I stand dying beside the meadow inside the peacefulness. 
Wherefore are those gothyck hordes as systolic as my healer of alienation? 
You plot scratching at their priestess flowing from a long-lost healer, as silently as their hill of loneliness. 
In ancient times I was lost , yet still at last she is forgiven. 
I cry. 
A helpless sky is dreaming of the primitive grass far above the warrior reaching above a sensual sky. 
Another victim of tyranny endure, slumber!