GOTHYCK

My priestess flowing from a hellish vampire 
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) 
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Ravings attack my sand of contentment, violently still. 
You mourn, as pointlessly as their oppressor. 
Yet look; their rock searching for a primitive mother drifts. 
Why do I mourn? 
You seethe, silently. 
Their sea is cowering before a rainbow lying upon a desolate thunderbolt. 
The sand is foul. 
Have those lonely riches trusted their petals? 
It laughs. 
Did I nevermore seethe? 
Has my garden of alienation infested my bombs? 
From now on she is forbidding. 
Their lonely mirage infests the city, as unseeingly as my desolate sea. 
Those wet petals dance with a spasm of pain, silently so recently! 
In my childhood you were brother-like , but from now on you are sea-loving. 
Finally, the sand.