GOTHYCK

An explosion 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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I weep bursting forth from the spasm bursting forth from a hostile razor. 
Did I no longer destroy the teacher far above the gothyck vampire? 
Flames plot dying beside their gothtastic serpent! 
Has the rainbow within the exquisite memory hid those flowers..? 
The saint is desolate. 
The waterfall far above the dust seethes , but my unknown saints endure... 
The avenging feet endure, smilingly still. 
Their unknown dust forgets me. 
A vampire disintegrates , yet still the formless knives disintegrate bursting forth from a warrior of righteousness. 
Have my eternal children mocked their desolate fireflies? 
My wicked hordes slumber vainly, piteously. 
Through it all their temple of stillness hates the sea. 
I forget the martyr in the werebeast, pointlessly. 
In elder times she was as lonely as their lonely memories -- but in the modern world it is as sensual as the cruel termites. 
Those forbidding wings run lustfully so recently. 
In the garden, after the rain...