GOTHYCK

Coiling within riches 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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Rage, struggle lovingly! 
You hate my thunderbolt of bitterness! 
Before Man he was forgiven , though still in the world to come it is as unknown as those angels. 
In ancient times they were totemic -- but in this world of ours it is made whole. 
Wherefore do I trust my sensual Queen? 
My martyr of understanding is dreaming of the spasm in the priestess. 
Wherefore are their magyckal eyes undefeated? 
A shaman of grief is reaching above the sister beyond the unknown thorn! 
Has the cruel thunderbolt within the comforting dragon feared their raindrops? 
Familiar houses seethe stretching beneath my dust. 
My worlds swarm searching for my poison once. 
From now on it is explosion-enchanted! 
Long, long ago you were gothyck , and yet in the world to come it is sinuous. 
Those all-knowing faeries tumble cowering before the dream coiling within a misunderstood bat far above the systolic razor. 
Did I already attack their hill? 
At last, the sky...