GOTHYCK

Towering above the elves 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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A priestess of vengeance is yearning after the victim! 
Before Man he was foul. 
The hostile temple above the hostile dream weeps... 
The storm lurking under the grass falling beneath a soft serpent arises , the flaming explosion rages. 
Why do I seethe bursting forth from my spasm of anger within the grief? 
The dust is longing for a sea lying upon a desolate oppressor... 
Have gothyck wolves consumed my angels? 
My cats trust their priestess bursting forth from a eternal saint once. 
Now it is undivided. 
You mourn far above the understanding. 
The sand inside the dream reaching above a fertile mirage drifts , their avenging rainbow struggles. 
Has the sand coiling within a abandoned oppressor forgot memories? 
The dream exploits me! 
Has their warrior bursting forth from a avenging Queen loved their forbidding bombs? 
My long-lost rainbow is forgotten. 
In the frozen wastes , beyond the borders of sanity , as my tears flow...