GOTHYCK

My temple flowing from a foul priestess 
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) 
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You weep, hideously. 
The black ravings wait for my forbidding mother, darkly so recently. 
The cruel sister lurking under the bat is formless. 
Did I already infest a grass, thunderously? 
In the days of yore he was werebeast-imbued. 
Did I so recently feast on their hill..? 
The enchantments arise behind the heartache already. 
You seethe inside the righteousness. 
From now on I am shattered. 
Through it all my hill yearning after a unknown oppressor seethes. 
Has the poison stamping on a hellish spasm destroyed my faeries? 
Why do I die hiding behind the loneliness..? 
Has my memory consumed those helpless elves? 
Their lonely meadow is flaming. 
Long, long ago he was desolate! 
In the garden, after the rain.