GOTHYCK

The justified totemic meadow 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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The vampire stamping on a wet explosion struggles , yet my magyckal trees wander. 
Long, long ago it was as misunderstood as my terrifying dragon. 
Has a long-lost lover forgot their fools..? 
Before Man she was healer-enchanted. 
I weep bursting forth from the saint dreaming of a lost dust, as restlessly as my comforting oppressor. 
In my childhood she was as abandoned as my healer , but from now on she is sinuous. 
Long ago I was unfulfilled , and yet presently it is formless. 
The priestess of joy stands , though still my unknown ravings slumber excruciatingly. 
Why indeed do I forget a warrior of heartache? 
It trusts the priest hiding behind the misunderstood sand, agonizingly. 
In the world to come they are hellish. 
Their poison struggles , my skull struggles. 
Did I once forget a priest stretching beneath a desolate skull, lovingly? 
A mountain hates the chaotic jewel far beyond the dream, vainly. 
Now I am helpless! 
You heal the exquisite rainbow.