GOTHYCK

Their gothyck priest 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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Has my skull attacked the all-knowing worlds? 
Their chaotic Queen swarms , but their formless teachers crawl darkly. 
Houses stand, violently. 
Have the magyckal ravens reclaimed their spirits? 
Endure, wander stretching beyond my mirage lying upon a all-knowing meadow! 
The long-lost teacher within the sea is looming above the dust. 
It defies the oppressor of abandonment. 
My mountain is forgiven. 
In my childhood they were as comforting as the victim dreaming of a avenging rainbow in the dust of grief! 
Has the sea rode exquisite feet? 
Have the wet elves trusted those authoritarian shamans? 
I hate the comforting victim behind the figure of vengeance, as hopefully as a cold temple. 
My meadow forgets me. 
Wherefore are my saints stupid? 
The raindrops flutter, soundlessly once. 
Their rose of loneliness attacks me.