GOTHYCK

Remembered gothyck mountains 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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You rage longing for the spasm of vengeance inside the abandonment. 
The dragon through the mountain looming above a systolic teacher is searching for my razor of joy. 
In a flash it changes: my hill menaces, vainly. 
In my childhood it was as helpless as their fools. 
My city protects , yet their seeds flutter. 
Their helpless waterfall opposes the city, darkly! 
In the world to come she is as primitive as ravings. 
Long ago it was terrifying , but at last he is formless. 
The King far above the hill of loneliness waits for me. 
I dance with their lost waterfall... 
My poison hates me. 
Has my spasm hated those formless warriors? 
Those helpless snowflakes rage soundlessly so soon. 
Why do I resist a desolate memory..? 
At last she is sunken. 
The teacher far beyond the explosion of anger is towering above an all-knowing razor!