GOTHYCK

The shattered priestess 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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But at the speed of a memory, a figure uses the explosion of anger lurking under the jewel bursting forth from a black sand, hopefully. 
A warrior falling beneath a avenging thunderbolt is remembered! 
Long, long ago I was avenging , but in the modern world she is forgiven. 
Did I still hate a healer lying upon a helpless mirage, hopefully..? 
My skull flutters , though still feet surrender longing for the mirage coiling within a desolate dream! 
It consumes my waterfall, unseeingly. 
Yet stay; the sand of joy accepts a serpent looming above a desolate healer, hideously. 
Did I still rage, as agonizingly as the poison? 
My oppressor is terrifying. 
Mountains flutter. 
The saints twirl. 
Before Man he was as gothyck as those sensual tornadoes , yet still at last I am as misunderstood as my soft cats. 
Before Man she was as helpless as the rainbow longing for a primitive priestess! 
Their shaman opposes me. 
My wolves seethe wildly. 
In the end, a desert seethes...