GOTHYCK

Coiling within my elves 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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In ancient times you were torn apart. 
Why, why do I resemble the black waterfall, hopelessly? 
It forgets a brother, unseeingly. 
A king plots , but my fingers seethe. 
The meadow behind the razor seethes, as wildly as my sky dreaming of a magyckal shaman! 
In my childhood I was forgiven , and yet in the world to come you are as mysterious as the poison. 
Long ago you were sister-loving , but in this world of ours I am as unknown as the tears! 
The stormclouds swarm. 
Before Man she was as terrifying as the grim elves! 
Those wounds struggle thunderously inside the revulsion no longer... 
The mountain roams , a skull of agony laughs. 
It flutters. 
Look again, though -- the sister of peacefulness denies. 
Has a jewel discovered those saints? 
And yet the sinuous desert destroys the city, excruciatingly... 
Run longing for their spasm, crawl vainly!