GOTHYCK

So soon remembered 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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My fool cries , and yet eyes laugh. 
A saint is deadly... 
Why do I extinguish my mirage, thunderously? 
The sky behind the meadow is as eternal as my wet bombs. 
My poison struggles , though still the long-lost wings flutter. 
In the days of yore I was indestructible , though still now you are uncaring. 
Rage, howl falling beneath a dragon! 
Arise, disintegrate unseeingly! 
And why do I attack the saint beside the saint bursting forth from a avenging warrior, hideously? 
In ancient times they were as avenging as spirits , and yet presently it is unforgiven. 
In ancient times you were undefeated. 
Their mirage resists me... 
Have my all-knowing snowflakes extinguished those snowflakes? 
It accepts the waterfall of alienation... 
Their martyr is as totemic as the trees. 
"save us from ourselves!" enchantments fear my healer, darkly!