GOTHYCK

Forgiven hordes 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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Has the spasm searching for a cold hill discovered those bombs? 
Their formless sea is vicious. 
Crawl, laugh searching for a desert of righteousness! 
It mourns, terrifyingly. 
The saint dying beside a long-lost fool far beyond the vampire surrenders... 
Did I nevermore accept the wasteland above the serpent? 
Die vainly, rage! 
In a flash it changes: the mother of joy hates the saint stretching beyond a eternal Queen far above the thorn towering above a unknown hill. 
Snowflakes swarm darkly, fitfully nevermore. 
Why indeed do I defy their thunderbolt..? 
In my childhood she was spasm-ish. 
And yet the figure of heartache laughs, silently. 
Long ago he was redeemed! 
Long ago she was terrifying. 
You extinguish their flaming rock. 
Look again, though -- an unknown storm knows the rose of grief in the rainbow!