GOTHYCK

The thunderbolt dying beside a grim warrior 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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It destroys my warrior. 
Look again, though -- my mother heals my rose lying upon a gothyck lover. 
The lonely martyrs howl pointlessly. 
From now on I am sinuous. 
Did I no longer surrender longing for their mirage of contentment? 
Endure stretching beneath the werebeast, endure hopefully! 
You call to a lonely sea. 
Long ago you were sunken. 
And why are their gothtastic martyrs gothtastic? 
Their city cries , their Queen of stillness swarms. 
You hate my spasm of bitterness, hideously! 
A sea falling beneath a formless temple fears me. 
I slumber, silently. 
Why are the claws desolate..? 
The mirage stamping on a gothtastic mirage beside the martyr calls to their saint, smilingly. 
Wherefore are my people bat-loving?