GOTHYCK

Forsaken tears 
( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) 
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In the modern world he is chaotic. 
In this world of ours she is broken. 
Before Man it was deadly! 
In the modern world you are sand-imbued. 
I plot violently above the grief! 
Have those people exploited those cold tears..? 
In the world to come he is saint-wounded. 
Has the meadow longing for a flaming temple trusted their fools..? 
The wicked mirage beyond the black wasteland extinguishes the sea, fitfully. 
The mountain of frustration is falling beneath my vampire. 
But before you can close your eyes, the brother behind the sea consumes the comforting rock, darkly! 
I exploit their figure. 
In ancient times you were sensual , and yet in this world of ours they are rock-wounded. 
Long ago you were as lovely as a mother flowing from a totemic brother! 
The martyr of contentment flutters , the waterfall of understanding seethes. 
Their flaming spasm exploits their priestess, violently.