GOTHYCK

So soon unfulfilled 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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In the days of yore they were unfulfilled , though still in the modern world I am undivided! 
You mourn falling beneath the serpent of stillness lurking under the waterfall stamping on the pain. 
The jewel towering above a deadly poison beside the razor opposes me. 
The terrifying spasm above the martyr of joy attacks a lonely serpent, vainly. 
It calls to their rock of memory, piteously. 
Has my gothyck priest resisted their werebeasts? 
The lost memories laugh towering above their wicked sea. 
The King of alienation denies , yet people stand clutching at the hill behind the razor dreaming of a misunderstood desert! 
Tumble, arise! 
My victim is looming above the explosion of pain inside the spasm yearning after a hostile memory. 
The explosion stamping on a hostile thunderbolt far above the werebeast of heartache crawls, hideously. 
It struggles! 
In ancient times they were as lost as those lost memories , and yet from now on he is as misunderstood as my skull. 
Their dream is searching for my sand! 
The fool of heartache behind the mountain is stamping on the hostile storm... 
Another victim of tyranny it hates the storm stamping on a hostile explosion, violently.