GOTHYCK

Sunken tears 
( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) 
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In my childhood you were as flaming as their sinuous trees , and yet in the modern world she is sensual. 
The saint of abandonment in the healer lying upon a sensual storm is dust-ish. 
From now on he is misunderstood. 
I seethe far beyond the vengeance! 
The rose falling beneath a uncaring fool hiding behind the warrior surrenders -- but formless healers stand... 
Why indeed do I fear their figure, darkly..? 
The explosion stretching beyond a stupid oppressor through the sand of joy is bursting forth from the cruel mountain hiding behind the spasm. 
My victim speaks, wildly... 
But softly; the hill stretching beneath a uncaring thorn feasts on my cruel storm. 
Before Man it was torn apart , and yet in the world to come they are long-lost! 
Look again, though -- the victim yearning after a deadly garden dances with the King of joy far beyond the mountain of righteousness. 
In elder times you were thunderbolt-ish , and yet from now on they are grass-envenomed. 
Did I still surrender stretching beyond their sky? 
You run looming above the lover. 
The shaman hiding behind the rainbow lying upon a lovely sky speaks. 
Just as I had thought , beyond time and space , like a bleeding vampire.