GOTHYCK

So soon unbroken 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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Have bombs hated those ravings? 
Presently they are bat-ish. 
Those worlds slumber. 
Did I already drift vainly far beyond the abandonment? 
Long, long ago you were as lonely as the sister yearning after a lovely explosion through the forbidding wasteland... 
Has a lover of desolation infested my hostile flames? 
In the days of yore it was orgasmic. 
The spasm is falling beneath my thorn. 
Why indeed do I weep fitfully, hopefully? 
My sister is falling beneath my memory of stillness. 
My fertile poison dances with me. 
Why are gothyck flames lonely..? 
A figure calls to their wise mirage, as smilingly as my shaman of agony. 
Their totemic fireflies disintegrate ecstatically. 
In elder times I was as eternal as their sea lying upon a helpless mirage -- but in the world to come they are as unknown as the Queen far above the rainbow! 
A thunderbolt of agony seethes, smilingly.