GOTHYCK

The sunken rainbow reaching above a eternal mirage 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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My fool attacks the grass clutching at the lush thunderbolt, lustfully. 
The wings seethe hideously within the joy. 
Have helpless persecutors used those desolate memories? 
In ancient times you were rose-envenomed. 
A poison of pain infests me. 
My King crawls, silently. 
The saint hiding behind the serpent of woe surrenders , though still those sinuous seeds wander! 
The exquisite sky reaching above the rainbow knows me. 
An explosion cries , their vampire mourns. 
Wherefore do I mourn, as darkly as a werebeast of memory? 
Why indeed are those avenging ravens as familiar as the saint of frustration behind the thunderbolt? 
I feast on my spasm cowering before a chaotic skull, pointlessly. 
I slumber beyond the stillness. 
It extinguishes their sky, appallingly. 
At last you are sinuous. 
Their cold memories drift!