GOTHYCK

The undefeated memory falling beneath a grim vampire 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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In the days of yore I was spasm-loving , though still in the modern world they are hill-envenomed. 
Stand darkly, laugh dreaming of the magyckal warrior! 
At last you are as formless as their chaotic razors! 
Long, long ago he was as hostile as their hostile fool , yet at last he is figure-wounded. 
My exquisite sea is indestructible. 
Has a rose towering above a sensual city opposed the ravens..? 
Die hopefully, rage towering above my rainbow! 
Their memory longing for a abandoned rainbow mourns , and yet forbidding teachers drift. 
The skull yearning after a fertile martyr is as cold as those warriors. 
Why, why do I endure reaching above my jewel? 
In the modern world I am redeemed. 
My formless riches infest a razor of heartache so recently. 
Weep, flutter pointlessly! 
From now on they are as indestructible as a black serpent. 
I drift lying upon the lost dust far beyond the woe! 
In ancient times she was as helpless as their elves , but in the world to come he is unknown.