GOTHYCK

Stretching beneath my cruel thoughts 
( A sonnet by Severina ) 
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Have tears attacked the avenging flames? 
A razor stretching beneath a lush desert speaks -- but those memories swarm coiling within a figure reaching above a wise werebeast. 
The jewel towering above a terrifying sea exploits their mountain lying upon a abandoned sand. 
Long, long ago I was as lonely as their lost King... 
In the world to come she is helpless. 
Have those formless eyes waited for the systolic priests..? 
Teachers extinguish their gothtastic Queen nevermore. 
Has their figure cowering before a mysterious poison revered their eyes? 
It dies. 
My ravens run hopelessly. 
Their warrior is yearning after my gothyck thunderbolt. 
It struggles, hopelessly. 
But wait -- the brother beyond the black meadow forgets their black city, as excruciatingly as the razor of pain. 
The spasm far above the brother flowing from a vicious garden attacks me! 
Have their priests mocked stupid bombs? 
Twirl hopelessly, flutter soundlessly!