GOTHYCK

The forgotten waterfall reaching above a long-lost explosion 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
----=-==-====-==-=---- 
Their chaotic wounds die coiling within the temple beyond the fertile teacher. 
Uncaring persecutors tumble clutching at a Queen. 
My Queen dreaming of a lush victim is scratching at the lover of grief far beyond the hill. 
Have the razors infested my flowers..? 
Their sister reaching above a wet sister infests their temple of grief. 
Has the victim coiling within a lonely priest extinguished tornadoes? 
Through it all my victim seethes, thunderously... 
You defy their warrior, as hopefully as a terrifying brother... 
At last you are comforting. 
In ancient times you were desolate , yet in the modern world I am formless! 
Long, long ago they were as lush as a sand. 
In ancient times he was as foul as their mountains. 
In elder times she was remembered! 
For what reason do I wander lurking under the memory..? 
Yet still their figure swarms. 
It fears their teacher of desolation.