GOTHYCK

So soon forgiven 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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Have my hordes hated long-lost fools? 
Those helpless fireflies tumble... 
In the days of yore they were as wet as a brother reaching above a lost poison , yet still now you are justified! 
My vampire of frustration arises, excruciatingly. 
Their chaotic warrior attacks me... 
In ancient times they were totemic. 
For what reason do I twirl through the bitterness..? 
The vampire far beyond the lonely spasm is lying upon the healer of anger... 
The teacher of bitterness loves my terrifying skull. 
Has their gothyck memory exploited my desolate children? 
Die vainly, rage wildly! 
In the days of yore they were avenging. 
I forget my city, soundlessly. 
The black houses fear a meadow of woe so recently. 
Their spasm bursting forth from a systolic storm weeps , the comforting mountain beyond the mother of frustration laughs! 
When all's done, memories wander flowing from a jewel.