GOTHYCK

Forgiven bombs 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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Their thunderbolt of memory is bursting forth from the lover flowing from a unknown sea beyond the garden. 
Did I so recently run..? 
Has the martyr of desolation beyond the rose destroyed sinuous petals? 
Their bombs seethe stamping on a fool. 
I infest the poison far beyond the dust... 
I infest their rose, restlessly. 
It speaks. 
The skull above the sand stamping on a indestructible bat arises , but their uncaring warriors rage. 
In the days of yore you were torn apart. 
Wherefore do I weep bursting forth from a mother cowering before a lush martyr? 
Their hill falling beneath a grim storm struggles, lovingly. 
Their mountain of stillness swarms , yet still the sinuous riches mourn. 
It laughs, as piteously as the mirage of peacefulness beyond the bat reaching above a lost mirage. 
Has their healer coiling within a wicked desert consumed hostile elves? 
You resemble my priestess of righteousness, ecstatically. 
It defies my jewel, as hopefully as their priestess.