GOTHYCK

The rock behind the eternal serpent 
( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) 
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It fears a mountain of revulsion, hopelessly! 
Did I so recently weep piteously? 
An explosion bursting forth from a grim brother is looming above a deadly wasteland! 
My gothyck fingers cry still. 
Their serpent is dying beside their hill of anger. 
Eyes love their memory stretching beyond a black waterfall, as excruciatingly as my explosion of desolation. 
The dream is as desolate as the hostile claws... 
Now they are as grim as my spasm. 
My avenging ravings wander falling beneath their thunderbolt. 
Before Man she was thorn-wounded , though still in the modern world you are undivided. 
My spasm bursting forth from a long-lost bat is stretching beyond a mirage! 
Long, long ago they were desolate. 
Long, long ago he was redeemed -- but from now on I am undivided. 
Look again, though -- a victim reaching above a mysterious Queen calls to my vampire. 
Did I once exploit their lost warrior? 
In the garden, after the rain!