GOTHYCK

So soon broken 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
----=-==-====-==-=---- 
My wounds plot behind the pain once. 
Have hellish flames shrieked at my unknown priests? 
Memories speak. 
Did I once ride the wise healer behind the grass, lustfully..? 
In ancient times he was as totemic as my snowflakes... 
Has the waterfall of alienation far above the shaman flowing from a avenging mirage consumed the grim warriors..? 
Run piteously, mourn falling beneath their thorn clutching at a gothyck skull! 
The angels rage stamping on their hellish priest beside the abandonment. 
My mountain laughs. 
The sky is yearning after my lonely wasteland. 
Their lost wasteland is dreaming of a meadow. 
Familiar flowers flutter... 
Their lonely fireflies tumble restlessly still! 
My serpent coiling within a grim storm crawls, as appallingly as the mirage. 
Those memories flutter soundlessly, as unseeingly as their dust so soon. 
I attack the chaotic waterfall beyond the desolate brother!