GOTHYCK

The shattered King 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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It struggles, hideously! 
Did I still hate my spasm of anger? 
In elder times I was shattered -- but in the world to come they are made whole. 
The meadow beyond the serpent longing for a desolate mirage seethes -- but the mysterious demons rage hideously! 
Presently it is as long-lost as the lonely explosion far above the thorn. 
Roam, run yearning after their victim of grief! 
My rainbow of stillness is lying upon my grass of loneliness. 
In the world to come he is cruel. 
Why indeed do I die? 
Yet stay; my mother of bitterness struggles. 
Those mountains crawl. 
My termites weep piteously, restlessly still... 
Before Man you were remembered. 
I mourn, as fitfully as the sand bursting forth from a flaming razor beside the explosion. 
Now you are exquisite. 
Seethe appallingly at last!