GOTHYCK

Undivided flaming riches 
( A sonnet by Excessus ) 
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It shrieks at the deadly thunderbolt through the rock, pointlessly. 
A thorn uses me... 
You stand far beyond the memory. 
In the days of yore it was forgiven. 
And why are helpless tears as hostile as the stormclouds? 
Not what you thought; a misunderstood sand shrieks at the storm bursting forth from a gothyck thunderbolt behind the indestructible thunderbolt, as thunderously as the long-lost saint. 
The female warriors seethe cowering before their sea of memory. 
In the world to come you are avenging. 
Why, why do I endure? 
Their garden is flowing from their warrior of vengeance. 
You swarm looming above the abandonment. 
But before my eyes my grass of bitterness denies... 
Has my priestess extinguished elves? 
Not what you thought; their victim lying upon a misunderstood lover protects, hopefully. 
Those mountains crawl scratching at a victim. 
The jewel is yearning after a thunderbolt of stillness.