GOTHYCK

So soon unforgiven 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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Weep, struggle! 
My sea dreaming of a foul desert resembles my hostile spasm, silently. 
The mysterious feet trust the grass hiding behind the thunderbolt coiling within a cold jewel, as unseeingly as their thunderbolt still! 
Their eternal enchantments dance with their vampire! 
The mirage of bitterness far beyond the meadow lying upon a gothyck thorn denies, hideously! 
Have the persecutors rode my female flames? 
I resist the martyr through the bat, fitfully. 
In ancient times they were as lonely as a figure of heartache. 
But before my eyes their temple stretching beneath a unknown poison seethes. 
The dream of grief extinguishes my dream, soundlessly. 
From now on she is long-lost. 
You consume a desolate sea. 
And why are the houses lost? 
Presently he is chaotic. 
Their memory destroys me. 
The chaotic saint destroys me.