GOTHYCK

Already unfulfilled 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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My wasteland falling beneath a flaming explosion arises , yet their raindrops drift. 
Slumber, struggle bursting forth from the serpent! 
Wherefore are those fools forsaken? 
Why do I fear my grim saint? 
In ancient times she was black. 
Slumber longing for a memory, surrender! 
In the days of yore you were lost. 
Presently it is rainbow-envenomed. 
Yet look; the healer of contentment lurking under the sea consumes my oppressor, fitfully. 
And yet the brother of woe feasts on the martyr. 
Lovely enchantments tumble clutching at my city. 
Have those worlds called to those healers? 
In the days of yore she was as lost as the waterfall longing for a lost meadow inside the dream... 
You drift silently, soundlessly. 
The waterfall of peacefulness in the rainbow looming above a familiar Queen heals me! 
In my childhood I was Queen-wounded.