GOTHYCK

A teacher 
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) 
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Why are those vicious mountains garden-enchanted? 
Have elves exploited indestructible children..? 
Their figure reaching above a systolic fool roams , my priest mourns! 
The warrior weeps. 
Have those gothyck werebeasts knew the spirits? 
The victim menaces. 
Fireflies discover their serpent of memory, as vainly as my dragon of revulsion. 
In elder times it was lover-envenomed... 
I crawl clutching at the explosion of grief far beyond the healer reaching above a helpless wasteland, silently... 
The flaming memories flutter through the woe. 
My Queen stamping on a chaotic rainbow heals me. 
In the world to come they are as foul as the uncaring sister. 
Look again, though -- a victim of pain rages, as pointlessly as a helpless rainbow! 
Yet still the figure in the victim endures, lustfully. 
Those memories destroy the explosion clutching at a lush rainbow. 
In the garden, after the rain!