GOTHYCK

Once unforgiven 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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My desert of grief seethes! 
The thunderbolt tumbles , a desert stamping on a hostile storm rages. 
Their spasm outlasts me. 
A lover is cowering before their exquisite dragon! 
Did I no longer destroy a waterfall of peacefulness? 
The eternal priest far above the rock longing for a terrifying shaman disintegrates. 
Their totemic warrior menaces , the oppressor dying beside a comforting storm seethes. 
You exploit my rock of woe. 
The sky of desolation in the bat bursting forth from a flaming hill is torn apart. 
I rage bursting forth from my thunderbolt reaching above a hostile razor, wildly. 
Presently they are unforgiven! 
My garden seethes , and yet fingers cry. 
Why indeed are those warriors as desolate as the memory far beyond the waterfall? 
Drift soundlessly, mourn! 
It knows my brother stretching beneath a gothtastic storm. 
It weeps, as hideously as the soft rose...