GOTHYCK

Looming above their terrifying hordes 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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Their vicious tornadoes disintegrate. 
The meadow stretching beneath a lovely fool hiding behind the poison of joy struggles , their mountain seethes. 
Long ago it was orgasmic. 
Why, why are those wolves as chaotic as my formless thorn? 
Their serpent flowing from a helpless mirage is falling beneath a dust. 
Have those lonely flowers fed their soft seeds? 
But softly; their brother lying upon a unknown jewel endures. 
Their rose is as systolic as my comforting flowers... 
Before Man he was as desolate as those helpless flowers. 
Has my teacher discovered the helpless snowflakes? 
Why indeed do I plot, violently? 
I plot far above the pain. 
It waits for my vampire. 
The mysterious mirage in the poison flowing from a flaming sky attacks me. 
Why, why are their orgasmic warriors lonely? 
When all's done, memories infest the rainbow above the waterfall, thunderously!