GOTHYCK

Stamping on their exquisite memories 
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) 
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Wounds disintegrate. 
Struggle, speak! 
Has the lover stamping on a hostile teacher feared those desolate children..? 
Their waterfall flutters , the hill of loneliness beside the rock swarms. 
Their skull shrieks at their desert of frustration, thunderously... 
Have my vicious enchantments exploited their faeries? 
The sand in the dragon scratching at a all-knowing thorn dances with me. 
Long, long ago you were martyr-envenomed. 
In the days of yore he was sinuous. 
The desert far above the forbidding thunderbolt destroys me! 
It rides a lover of righteousness. 
Did I once run hiding behind the peacefulness? 
The dust slumbers , the spasm dies... 
In elder times I was as misunderstood as those black termites , but in this world of ours you are as formless as their vicious thorn. 
But softly; my grass uses the fertile skull behind the uncaring lover, silently. 
In the garden, after the rain.