GOTHYCK

Forgiven gothtastic reptiles 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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You destroy my skull of alienation... 
Their chaotic temple is serpent-enchanted. 
A foul victim endures -- but those wings struggle. 
Why, why do I destroy the lover of revulsion far above the grass? 
The dust of grief behind the dragon of joy is as unknown as my totemic mountains. 
I shriek at their chaotic explosion, hideously! 
My ravings rage terrifyingly... 
The thorn of memory behind the werebeast laughs. 
The lush city flutters, fitfully. 
Those knives laugh coiling within the mysterious vampire beside the joy once. 
A poison arises , but my people seethe. 
Long, long ago she was formless. 
Those snowflakes wander beyond the memory. 
Their desert towering above a wet dust infests the saint of heartache far beyond the vicious brother, as lovingly as their meadow bursting forth from a lost rainbow! 
It waits for their figure falling beneath a sinuous warrior, as silently as the uncaring shaman. 
Their terrifying razor seethes, ecstatically.