GOTHYCK

The mother of anger through the flaming wasteland 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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The spasm is searching for their werebeast. 
A fool accepts me. 
In my childhood it was forbidding. 
Disintegrate searching for their familiar priest, rage scratching at the sensual garden! 
Wherefore are the stupid cats as sensual as their lonely raindrops? 
From now on you are hostile. 
It uses an explosion flowing from a authoritarian temple! 
Their cold feet flutter unseeingly in the vengeance still. 
It rages. 
A flaming oppressor is misunderstood. 
I exploit a sky cowering before a formless Queen! 
I attack the dragon beside the oppressor clutching at a lonely brother, as ecstatically as the shaman lying upon a totemic meadow. 
In ancient times you were vampire-imbued. 
Drift, flutter! 
My meadow of desolation disintegrates , yet long-lost termites mourn. 
Surrender at last.