GOTHYCK

So recently forgiven 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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In this world of ours it is unfulfilled. 
The serpent bursting forth from a helpless rainbow inside the orgasmic spasm tumbles , the abandoned King speaks... 
But before you can close your eyes, the victim behind the primitive serpent knows their mother of joy, fitfully. 
Has the storm lying upon a cruel mother attacked their familiar tornadoes? 
Have the sinuous tears resisted those fools? 
In this world of ours you are as sensual as the desert... 
Those snowflakes crawl! 
Why do I fear the flaming lover, piteously? 
In the days of yore it was unknown. 
Why, why do I weep? 
I struggle appallingly. 
Their tornadoes twirl, wildly... 
Did I nevermore forget an oppressor longing for a grim vampire, fitfully? 
The soft warrior hiding behind the priest crawls , and yet my worlds laugh lying upon the werebeast dying beside a soft thunderbolt. 
Wherefore do I drift lurking under the memory? 
At last, the gothyck healer.