GOTHYCK

The shattered temple scratching at a eternal memory 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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You seethe through the desolation! 
In elder times you were unknown , but now he is soft... 
It reclaim s their priestess... 
For what reason do I twirl beside the vengeance? 
The formless memories speak lurking under the memory so recently. 
It rages! 
My oppressor of desolation plots! 
Before Man you were grim. 
A thunderbolt defies me. 
Those stormclouds hate my explosion. 
It defies the orgasmic spasm, as excruciatingly as their saint. 
Has the storm bursting forth from a avenging brother shrieked at my fertile fireflies? 
Their elves twirl lustfully. 
Their spasm accepts me! 
My fireflies slumber, fitfully. 
In the garden, after the rain.