GOTHYCK

The priest of contentment 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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My poison arises , but misunderstood werebeasts laugh scratching at a skull of memory. 
Razors speak through the vengeance once. 
Disintegrate, cry! 
Rage, seethe! 
In the days of yore it was forgiven. 
In my childhood she was sunken. 
The lost sky menaces... 
My long-lost saint tumbles -- but my long-lost petals tumble! 
You drift reaching above their sky, lustfully. 
The sky stands , the healer of peacefulness plots! 
It flutters, as vainly as the werebeast hiding behind the mirage of peacefulness. 
Their teachers call to a vampire, hopelessly. 
My helpless spasm infests me... 
Did I still endure beside the loneliness? 
Wander piteously, flutter! 
Finally, the fool.