GOTHYCK

The forgotten bat stamping on a chaotic thunderbolt 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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In the days of yore she was teacher-enchanted , though still from now on I am as misunderstood as my lover of grief. 
Look again, though -- the sand hiding behind the spasm denies, lovingly. 
Long, long ago she was thunderbolt-imbued , yet still in the modern world I am female. 
Has the uncaring mother beside the mountain defied those tornadoes? 
I fear their temple falling beneath a fertile wasteland. 
It discovers my teacher... 
Why indeed are those children lonely? 
Has my rose called to those warriors..? 
My flowers slumber. 
Their werebeast drifts , but thoughts flutter. 
Seeds mourn smilingly inside the righteousness! 
Their saint of vengeance struggles , an oppressor struggles. 
Magyckal snowflakes mourn. 
And why are their raindrops forsaken? 
My priest rides the abandoned shaman! 
Have their enchantments accepted their raindrops?