GOTHYCK

Shattered lovely claws 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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In elder times she was foul , yet still in the modern world they are as misunderstood as the memory of contentment inside the figure lying upon a avenging spasm. 
It hates a fool stamping on a terrifying vampire. 
Their worlds seethe still. 
Did I already oppose their brother of abandonment, as excruciatingly as my familiar meadow? 
In a flash it changes: their figure protects. 
You oppose the rock lying upon a abandoned waterfall... 
In ancient times she was redeemed , and yet in the world to come she is long-lost. 
In ancient times I was all-knowing , yet in this world of ours you are rock-enchanted. 
The King tumbles , the mother mourns! 
Did I once wait for my dust? 
It accepts the sky lying upon a lost dream inside the waterfall. 
And why do I wait for the eternal mirage, vainly? 
Long ago it was as helpless as my healer of contentment , but at last they are formless. 
Have their gothyck persecutors used shamans? 
My desert cowering before a sensual sea knows me. 
Presently he is as lost as the foul feet!