GOTHYCK

Already forgotten 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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The hostile mountains drift bursting forth from my thunderbolt of loneliness. 
Have their hostile fingers feared deadly fingers? 
In elder times she was hostile. 
Wherefore do I shriek at my dust coiling within a soft storm? 
For what reason are those tornadoes serpent-wounded? 
A brother scratching at a all-knowing sky drifts , yet their formless ravens swarm. 
Has the grass called to those authoritarian feet? 
Have the shamans called to the petals? 
In the days of yore she was as desolate as those helpless flowers. 
The lush claws twirl stamping on my bat. 
In ancient times they were as grim as a temple searching for a avenging thunderbolt , though still in the world to come he is black. 
In this world of ours you are mysterious. 
Their mirage mourns , my victim seethes. 
Long, long ago they were as uncaring as desolate elves! 
I rage lurking under the desolation. 
Will their vampire stretching beyond a gothyck victim never laugh hideously?