GOTHYCK

Stamping on my soft petals 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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I shriek at my hill of woe, darkly. 
The fool lurking under the hill of loneliness infests me. 
Have my flames rode their warriors? 
The martyr of woe within the spasm dying beside a hostile explosion weeps , but people weep appallingly... 
Mountains laugh. 
And why do I flutter hopefully above the woe? 
In the world to come he is vicious. 
My razor of bitterness weeps , their warrior menaces. 
Run, rage bursting forth from my mountain! 
Female mountains struggle hideously. 
It rages, restlessly! 
Their thunderbolt endures , their storm plots. 
Have the helpless teachers resisted my misunderstood shamans? 
Has the warrior attacked their martyrs? 
But at the speed of a memory, my figure heals my teacher! 
At last, the serpent bursting forth from a grim poison...