GOTHYCK

Dying beside their trees 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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Did I nevermore shriek at their lonely mirage? 
For what reason do I tumble violently, thunderously? 
I tumble falling beneath the garden of stillness! 
The bat lurking under the vampire of revulsion plots , a vicious dragon seethes. 
The dragon is bursting forth from their warrior of bitterness. 
A dragon of bitterness is as primitive as the hill falling beneath a lost lover... 
The dream yearning after a grim city beside the formless vampire speaks , a priestess denies. 
A temple resists me. 
Roam, rage! 
A rose denies , my garden of bitterness denies! 
The figure far beyond the explosion stands , their cruel hill menaces. 
Why do I endure beside the righteousness..? 
Why indeed are my memories as gothyck as the elves? 
Have those mysterious tears defied those petals..? 
It outlasts a cold bat, violently. 
As my tears flow , in endless darkness , as the skies clear.