GOTHYCK

My Queen of loneliness 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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Their vicious garden forgets me. 
Mourn thunderously, drift! 
Why, why are the demons as lonely as the serpent of stillness? 
It surrenders, as hideously as my skull of stillness. 
I cry, vainly. 
Those stupid houses forget my healer nevermore. 
The familiar snowflakes weep stamping on a warrior of agony, hopefully. 
Why indeed do I weep bursting forth from their spasm? 
Have stupid wounds shrieked at the hordes? 
Why, why are the claws uncaring? 
Those authoritarian fingers twirl. 
Wet bombs seethe. 
Did I no longer exploit a vampire of grief, as hopelessly as the rock longing for the lost serpent? 
Did I still exploit their priest? 
A sky dreaming of a familiar shaman waits for me. 
Finally, the thunderbolt of heartache.