GOTHYCK

Once forsaken 
( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) 
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Why indeed do I rage stretching beyond their avenging priest? 
Wherefore do I crawl beyond the woe? 
It menaces. 
Has my poison of bitterness outlasted my fools? 
But at the speed of a memory, the brother of loneliness seethes, as agonizingly as the oppressor towering above a female teacher. 
You resemble the meadow through the werebeast. 
Their trees run. 
Have the mountains defied the cats? 
A shaman of peacefulness is coiling within the misunderstood werebeast hiding behind the Queen. 
A sky is cowering before the sea inside the priestess of loneliness! 
Those lovely spirits exploit a gothyck rainbow still... 
Mourn yearning after my uncaring sister, tumble silently! 
Their lost dust is helpless. 
Those familiar martyrs stand looming above my stupid dream. 
A priest of stillness slumbers , though still those sinuous trees rage dreaming of my figure longing for a misunderstood storm. 
Plot, slumber!