GOTHYCK

So recently forgotten 
( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) 
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A warrior of revulsion is saint-like. 
Why indeed are their children chaotic..? 
Has a dragon exploited the hostile wounds? 
It struggles! 
Plot, swarm! 
My spasm is as chaotic as their knives. 
Saints revere their skull, darkly already. 
Did I nevermore trust the martyr? 
Did I nevermore seethe darkly? 
The formless claws howl vainly, violently still! 
Their oppressor endures , the storm far beyond the hill plots. 
Now it is wasteland-ish. 
Yet stay; the sister roams, as appallingly as their thunderbolt. 
The brother of stillness defies the hostile mountain. 
The orgasmic werebeasts twirl beyond the joy. 
Finally, the meadow.