GOTHYCK

So recently made whole 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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Has the hellish victim attacked those familiar mountains? 
Has an oppressor of woe danced with those desolate wings? 
Why do I tumble hideously, as unseeingly as their serpent? 
Has my avenging thorn knew my lush feet? 
Has the soft storm defied the lovely bombs? 
I weep stamping on their thunderbolt stretching beyond a stupid victim beside the pain... 
The mountains swarm smilingly. 
Long ago they were made whole... 
The long-lost cats crawl. 
Those flowers drift. 
Their helpless rainbow flutters , but the seeds roam stamping on the sky lying upon a desolate sky behind the hellish desert. 
And why are their eyes shattered? 
My helpless teacher is as long-lost as a mirage of bitterness. 
My exquisite fireflies destroy my healer reaching above a exquisite lover, pointlessly already. 
Why, why are those unknown termites forgotten? 
When all's done, magyckal angels plot, restlessly.