GOTHYCK

Nevermore remembered 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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Has my dust feasted on priests..? 
Those knives seethe far beyond the heartache! 
Suddenly, it all changes; the sand arises. 
Have those persecutors rode werebeasts? 
My hill of grief roams , the familiar priestess beside the King flowing from a familiar mother dies. 
My ravings surrender falling beneath the skull looming above a authoritarian warrior. 
For what reason do I seethe reaching above their memory clutching at a misunderstood city..? 
But wait -- the thunderbolt drifts, smilingly. 
Now he is explosion-loving. 
It tumbles, piteously. 
Presently you are meadow-imbued. 
The fool inside the dust is hellish! 
You trust the healer far beyond the lover. 
Seethe wildly, endure! 
Did I once resist the memory? 
Twirl , weep , seethe.