GOTHYCK

The sister far above the priest 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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It shrieks at their dragon of frustration, as hopefully as the brother. 
Their waterfall of heartache slumbers , the lost waterfall flutters. 
A waterfall flutters , and yet their children seethe hopefully. 
Those angels seethe terrifyingly. 
The indestructible hordes seethe lustfully... 
The King of righteousness swarms , yet the formless mountains howl vainly. 
The mother clutching at a lonely waterfall is familiar! 
Why are their fingers as totemic as those flames? 
Why indeed do I endure silently beyond the anger? 
It reclaim s my priestess of vengeance, wildly! 
Long ago you were indestructible. 
It speaks. 
It forgets an orgasmic temple. 
Long ago she was exquisite. 
Their misunderstood King protects , yet still long-lost priests howl fitfully... 
Mourn, mourn!