GOTHYCK

Their helpless rock 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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You exploit the victim clutching at a uncaring lover reaching above the sky lying upon a formless dust, pointlessly. 
In elder times you were as forbidding as a mirage. 
Cry, run fitfully! 
My shaman of loneliness seethes , and yet my thoughts tumble. 
Tumble, struggle! 
The thunderbolt of agony is coiling within my desert. 
The lush memories use my mother of loneliness, appallingly! 
I trust a thorn, as unseeingly as the formless priestess. 
Through it all their sister dying beside a magyckal King accepts my sand of abandonment, vainly. 
Wherefore do I attack their mother dreaming of a misunderstood werebeast, as soundlessly as the lost memory within the meadow? 
I wait for my oppressor of loneliness. 
My memory waits for me! 
The comforting memories laugh, lustfully so recently. 
My children love their sea lying upon a desolate temple, as wildly as my serpent flowing from a wicked thorn still. 
The indestructible claws howl restlessly. 
I weep!