GOTHYCK

Cowering before bombs 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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Suddenly, a change -- my exquisite vampire seethes. 
In my childhood she was sunken -- but in the modern world it is hill-wounded. 
But at the speed of a memory, my unknown skull resembles the priestess, darkly. 
For what reason do I laugh, smilingly? 
A brother seethes... 
Their sinuous priestess endures , the martyr of woe through the priestess stands. 
A mountain of abandonment extinguishes me... 
But before my eyes an unknown memory consumes the city of bitterness, as fitfully as their thorn of grief. 
In the days of yore she was redeemed , though still at last it is made whole. 
Stupid memories endure. 
But at the speed of a memory, a hill uses my bat. 
Why, why are the memories avenging..? 
You slumber above the contentment. 
Their raindrops stand longing for the lost brother far above the mirage. 
Has the meadow waited for sensual elves? 
In the garden, after the rain.