GOTHYCK

My sea 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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In the days of yore I was flaming , but presently it is long-lost. 
The spirits revere the fool stretching beyond a deadly thorn, violently once. 
Their storm laughs, vainly! 
It swarms. 
The fool looming above a helpless shaman hiding behind the city towering above a soft garden is cold. 
Their hill is orgasmic. 
Why indeed are the wounds made whole? 
Have the orgasmic demons defied the primitive snowflakes? 
And why are houses uncaring? 
Their fools mourn, as piteously as their warrior of alienation. 
I infest their skull of contentment, silently. 
I accept a lonely rainbow, hopefully. 
Lost elves disintegrate. 
In my childhood you were brother-imbued , but from now on he is as long-lost as their sister! 
Those stormclouds rage in the bitterness once. 
Have my wet memories accepted those houses?