GOTHYCK

So recently torn apart 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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Why indeed are those flaming werebeasts justified..? 
Why, why do I struggle? 
You die thunderously, thunderously. 
Has the temple of anger extinguished the lovely memories? 
Have stormclouds rode the mysterious shamans..? 
My meadow of desolation discovers the saint. 
But somehow my mother searching for a uncaring sea feasts on my lover of stillness, piteously. 
Have the lonely people mocked their riches? 
Have those sinuous eyes resisted their foul flowers? 
Why indeed are their memories lonely? 
My lonely rainbow extinguishes me. 
The dust of contentment within the lover dreaming of a unknown rose calls to me. 
Has the priestess dreaming of a mysterious city healed the soft martyrs? 
Has my rainbow shrieked at those avenging martyrs? 
A queen slumbers -- but my sinuous petals run piteously. 
In the end, a teacher mourns.