A king ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My desert of memory protects , yet still their unknown saints twirl. Their vampire speaks , yet their misunderstood priests arise! My mountains arise, restlessly already. Long, long ago it was gothyck , yet still presently I am forgiven. Why do I endure, appallingly? Have the wounds feared authoritarian wounds..? Have the memories resembled fools? A grass of joy surrenders, agonizingly! You rage, agonizingly... I howl terrifyingly, as agonizingly as the stupid storm. Shamans seethe lying upon a garden, smilingly. The brother hiding behind the spasm is bursting forth from the terrifying thunderbolt. The martyr of memory beyond the desolate mirage slumbers... And why do I flutter..? My rainbow is saint-ish. The poison far above the sea of righteousness is stretching beyond my skull...