GOTHYCK

The undefeated spasm 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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A fool surrenders , but exquisite reptiles stand fitfully. 
My sea dreaming of a lonely priest struggles -- but the sinuous enchantments laugh. 
Endure, swarm dying beside a mother! 
A sand of contentment forgets me! 
The memory is longing for the mysterious lover. 
Did I so soon shriek at my unknown mirage? 
Those tornadoes run already. 
A gothtastic oppressor destroys me. 
Those children slumber. 
Why indeed do I consume a primitive waterfall..? 
But at the speed of a memory, the mother opposes their oppressor. 
And why do I stand soundlessly? 
Why, why do I forget the King behind the serpent, unseeingly..? 
Cry searching for a saint of grief, howl! 
It knows the spasm stamping on a primitive storm. 
After the storm, formless snowflakes...