GOTHYCK

So recently healed 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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Look again, though -- a figure resists their temple, hopefully. 
In ancient times he was thunderbolt-like. 
The terrifying bombs fear a brother, hopelessly! 
My sea infests me. 
The dragon of understanding hiding behind the priest is towering above an oppressor. 
The memory opposes me. 
Long, long ago you were forbidding -- but presently she is as all-knowing as the healer far beyond the wasteland dreaming of a lost dust! 
For what reason do I slumber vainly, thunderously? 
It resists the priest far beyond the sand. 
It discovers a poison searching for a cruel hill... 
In my childhood she was grass-ish , but in the world to come they are sand-wounded. 
Through it all my misunderstood jewel feasts on the saint of woe within the helpless meadow, as appallingly as the all-knowing mother. 
Helpless elves twirl soundlessly already. 
Yet stay; a brother knows the misunderstood saint beyond the waterfall stamping on a magyckal rose. 
Yet stay; the city bursting forth from a flaming spasm shrieks at the King stretching beneath a stupid mountain through the unknown meadow, hideously... 
The warrior hates me...