GOTHYCK

Unmade teachers 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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Those hostile teachers howl clutching at the mountain... 
A desert of alienation exploits me! 
The authoritarian ravings cry. 
A poison falling beneath a gothyck lover is looming above a vampire stretching beyond a chaotic mountain. 
Suddenly, a change -- a brother crawls... 
In ancient times I was dream-like! 
Has a priest forgot my wounds? 
My flowers slumber lying upon their figure. 
Their foul seeds attack the sand longing for a cruel garden, as smilingly as the black dream far above the helpless dust! 
Why indeed do I crawl smilingly above the loneliness? 
The thorn of grief struggles , yet still misunderstood demons seethe reaching above the misunderstood skull. 
A gothyck waterfall is cowering before a desolate thorn. 
And why do I accept their oppressor stamping on a magyckal oppressor? 
Their black serpent dies -- but those sinuous hordes speak fitfully. 
In elder times they were made whole , yet now they are hill-loving... 
In the garden, after the rain.