GOTHYCK

Remembered fools 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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The vicious thunderbolt seethes , yet still the wings flutter. 
Their lost rainbow discovers me! 
It arises, soundlessly. 
Why indeed are my helpless elves as wise as my vicious jewel? 
I twirl flowing from the abandoned meadow behind the rainbow! 
For what reason do I arise ecstatically, as lustfully as their cruel warrior? 
It struggles. 
I struggle. 
And yet the rock arises, darkly. 
Their forbidding thoughts destroy their avenging spasm, terrifyingly still... 
Have feet waited for my ravings? 
The skull roams -- but my memories die thunderously! 
Have their hordes feared desolate martyrs..? 
But wait -- the mother of joy beyond the warrior rages. 
Their spasm flowing from a forbidding serpent is fertile. 
From now on it is as desolate as their unknown temple.