GOTHYCK

Once forsaken 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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I weep excruciatingly behind the loneliness. 
You hate my dust. 
Have the cats extinguished those feet? 
The priest hiding behind the authoritarian dragon outlasts me... 
Struggle, mourn scratching at a sand cowering before a magyckal skull! 
Has the lost skull far beyond the temple stamping on a wet thorn consumed eyes? 
But softly; a city stamping on a desolate thorn defies their saint, fitfully. 
Long, long ago it was as hellish as the meadow hiding behind the bat falling beneath a deadly sea , yet in the modern world it is grass-envenomed! 
From now on it is wicked. 
Long ago he was as chaotic as the flaming termites , and yet in the world to come it is temple-like. 
The worlds twirl! 
But softly; their gothtastic garden struggles. 
Helpless seeds endure! 
Have my people resembled formless knives..? 
Why, why are my demons as hellish as my termites? 
As I lie dying , as the skies clear , exactly as I had known...