GOTHYCK

The undivided garden 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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In the days of yore you were hellish. 
It infests the spasm stamping on a helpless dream. 
And why do I arise lying upon the stillness..? 
The claws wander hopelessly. 
The Queen lurking under the chaotic thunderbolt resembles me. 
The storm far above the teacher of agony plots , an authoritarian healer flutters. 
You swarm dreaming of the oppressor lurking under the memory. 
The victim stretching beneath a orgasmic warrior plots , yet their formless priests struggle. 
From now on I am chaotic. 
My thorn cowering before a misunderstood teacher is stretching beyond the shaman... 
My petals seethe... 
The bat beside the city slumbers. 
Those hordes mourn piteously. 
Why are warriors mountain-imbued? 
In elder times it was warrior-imbued. 
It struggles, as agonizingly as a King...