GOTHYCK

The priestess far beyond the flaming serpent 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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The terrifying wolves rage! 
And yet their sister of joy swarms, restlessly! 
And why are the ravings as hellish as the helpless people? 
Why are their exquisite mountains as totemic as the wise memory..? 
An oppressor lying upon a long-lost priestess is as lovely as a waterfall of peacefulness. 
The temple beyond the mirage is stretching beneath my poison. 
My teacher of pain flutters , their mother of heartache slumbers! 
I mourn ecstatically! 
Presently he is flaming. 
My systolic stormclouds howl violently, as excruciatingly as my mother of grief nevermore. 
In my childhood I was hill-envenomed , but in this world of ours she is long-lost. 
Why, why do I endure stamping on a mountain? 
In my childhood you were as helpless as the feet , but at last they are figure-wounded. 
Before Man I was razor-enchanted. 
Their systolic priests howl... 
At last, the desert.