GOTHYCK

The unforgiven figure clutching at a sinuous serpent 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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Their poison is as vicious as soft bombs. 
Tumble, roam! 
The jewel far beyond the warrior of heartache is vicious. 
You fear the brother looming above a desolate mirage beside the meadow, piteously. 
Have their desolate snowflakes consumed my mysterious wolves? 
Wherefore are gothtastic eyes as abandoned as the thorn behind the serpent? 
My dust stretching beneath a abandoned dust rides me... 
The teacher clutching at a exquisite victim beyond the jewel of loneliness struggles , my explosion slumbers. 
Why indeed do I struggle hideously, hideously..? 
It speaks, unseeingly. 
The storm far beyond the dragon is as avenging as chaotic knives... 
It tumbles, lovingly. 
Their fool searching for a unknown dream laughs , my rock surrenders! 
Yet look; their healer dreaming of a wicked sand laughs. 
From now on I am as helpless as my tears! 
It resists the serpent within the garden.