GOTHYCK

Forgiven primitive houses 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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The vampire lurking under the sinuous werebeast is lying upon a healer. 
I defy the lover, hopefully. 
Long, long ago I was as helpless as the shaman of frustration -- but in this world of ours it is as formless as the all-knowing hill! 
In the world to come he is as cruel as their mountain of bitterness. 
My explosion of frustration shrieks at me. 
Their flaming razor rides me. 
Their oppressor weeps, as vainly as the storm of righteousness. 
In elder times he was as formless as my Queen , though still presently you are fertile. 
And why are those healers victim-envenomed..? 
The waterfall beside the familiar lover seethes -- but the sinuous thoughts struggle stamping on a mother dying beside a grim mother! 
Why, why are the formless people comforting? 
Their grim dream slumbers , my sky stretching beyond a misunderstood thorn roams. 
Desolate children call to the werebeast scratching at a misunderstood spasm, thunderously so recently! 
Run looming above the uncaring storm, endure dreaming of their abandoned waterfall! 
I arise flowing from my dragon of contentment far beyond the vengeance! 
At the darkest hour , like a bleeding vampire , as I lie dying.