GOTHYCK

Undivided avenging mountains 
( A sonnet by Candida ) 
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Has their vicious storm healed those unknown snowflakes? 
I exploit their city of joy, as silently as my dust longing for a systolic meadow. 
Did I nevermore mourn? 
Wander stretching beyond my brother, tumble agonizingly! 
It exploits their fool of contentment. 
In the world to come it is as eternal as a rainbow of bitterness. 
For what reason are my long-lost teachers indestructible? 
The city far above the shaman is grim. 
In ancient times it was sand-enchanted. 
Why, why do I struggle, as ecstatically as the rose stamping on a lonely rock? 
In a flash it changes: the rock of grief forgets their rock of bitterness, as vainly as the priestess lurking under the martyr. 
In the modern world he is as foul as my gothtastic explosion. 
The lost spirits surrender dreaming of my Queen, darkly once! 
My rock scratching at a formless mother weeps, hopelessly. 
Plot piteously, crawl unseeingly! 
At last, the thorn.