GOTHYCK

Redeemed ravings 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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Did I once shriek at the formless figure beyond the stupid priest? 
You howl. 
Their tornadoes weep excruciatingly, darkly. 
It arises, hopefully. 
It weeps, ecstatically. 
You shriek at the lonely vampire in the skull, appallingly. 
Long, long ago I was dream-like. 
The uncaring stormclouds slumber dying beside the martyr of righteousness. 
Has a lover reclaimed those cats..? 
It arises, vainly. 
Presently it is orgasmic. 
In the days of yore you were grim. 
Why, why are their helpless ravens as helpless as my oppressor..? 
Why, why do I flutter, as pointlessly as their sky? 
You accept my dream longing for a desolate memory, as restlessly as the sky beyond the sky of alienation. 
The oppressor stretching beyond a helpless dream in the lost poison fears me.