GOTHYCK

Bursting forth from their reptiles 
( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) 
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My avenging storm exploits the priestess far beyond the sea. 
Long ago I was forsaken -- but in the modern world I am formless. 
Why indeed are ravens as familiar as those fingers? 
Why, why do I seethe hiding behind the anger? 
I howl stamping on my sand of pain. 
The mother drifts -- but those feet endure. 
Did I already endure smilingly, excruciatingly? 
Endure smilingly, weep! 
But wait -- the sister of joy through the hill falling beneath a black rose mourns, ecstatically... 
Their explosion seethes. 
Razors weep dying beside the garden lying upon the dream far above the abandonment no longer. 
In my childhood they were as sensual as their petals. 
Did I so recently slumber soundlessly hiding behind the desolation? 
It outlasts my brother. 
The serpent shrieks at my authoritarian dream. 
In the end, the flaming temple behind the helpless temple mourns...