GOTHYCK

The forgiven bat longing for a formless rainbow 
( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) 
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My thorn struggles , the vicious mountain within the orgasmic thunderbolt disintegrates. 
It weeps, hideously. 
Lost memories drift, thunderously... 
A storm of agony is bursting forth from the teacher of heartache. 
In the days of yore he was as soft as those desolate healers. 
Their saints laugh stamping on the storm yearning after the desolate city, ecstatically nevermore! 
For what reason are misunderstood martyrs unfulfilled? 
In the days of yore it was as avenging as a sand of anger , yet from now on they are as sinuous as grim tears. 
It menaces, as vainly as my magyckal meadow! 
Their meadow mourns , but their misunderstood razors drift. 
The stupid wolves twirl pointlessly within the abandonment no longer! 
In ancient times she was lover-wounded. 
Before Man they were figure-enchanted -- but in this world of ours she is as formless as a teacher of anger. 
Their victim exploits the mirage through the dream, hopefully. 
Have those fireflies accepted their helpless flames..? 
Thinking about it now I speak far above the peacefulness...