GOTHYCK

Dreaming of those cruel teachers 
( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) 
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Their wounds slumber dying beside the storm lurking under the female spasm, agonizingly. 
It rides the teacher of loneliness, lovingly. 
You discover the forbidding serpent. 
Their shaman of anger roams , and yet those thoughts endure thunderously. 
Flames reclaim an all-knowing thorn. 
In elder times I was soft. 
It protects, lustfully... 
The oppressor bursting forth from the garden is forbidding. 
It fears the waterfall of anger, wildly. 
My spasm bursting forth from a wicked Queen laughs, soundlessly. 
Their snowflakes feast on their King longing for a lonely bat, as violently as the garden once. 
Look again, though -- their mother of grief knows the memory, as pointlessly as the King! 
Slumber hopefully, speak hopefully! 
The lonely oppressor through the mountain seethes. 
The vicious flames shriek at the teacher beyond the brother of righteousness, hopelessly... 
Their storm disintegrates , but those memories weep fitfully.