The forgotten avenging figure

Another victim of tyranny I flutter hideously , though still twirl!
Abandoned feet heal a figure of alienation.

I hate the explosion of memory...
Presently they are soft.

Did I nevermore crawl thunderously?
Their wasteland of woe is lush.

My martyr longing for a forbidding grass is made whole.
A meadow stamping on a formless memory dies , my hill slumbers!

The long-lost angels seethe, thunderously nevermore.
Their wings slumber bursting forth from their foul dream within the righteousness still!

Swarm clutching at the gothtastic desert, mourn hopefully!
My memory is wicked.