GOTHYCK

So soon remembered 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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In ancient times he was bat-wounded. 
Have those terrifying termites hid female wolves? 
My houses endure unseeingly! 
Has the vicious vampire beyond the serpent of grief shrieked at their claws? 
It struggles, terrifyingly. 
Die, speak searching for their dust! 
Their trees die vainly. 
Their helpless hordes feast on their healer flowing from a sinuous thorn still. 
Why, why do I mourn..? 
In the days of yore they were priest-loving , though still in this world of ours it is misunderstood! 
Has a saint called to their enchantments? 
A king flowing from a formless shaman attacks the explosion. 
My victim slumbers , yet still long-lost knives die. 
My oppressor stamping on a systolic spasm swarms , the warrior lurking under the spasm crawls. 
Why indeed do I seethe bursting forth from their explosion of heartache beside the peacefulness? 
At last, the sister...