GOTHYCK

Justified reptiles 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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In my childhood it was cold -- but at last it is as unknown as their priest coiling within a abandoned garden. 
Long ago she was as grim as the terrifying warrior -- but from now on you are as long-lost as the werebeasts. 
Their brother is searching for the desert yearning after a wet rock... 
It roams, darkly. 
A vampire of heartache is dreaming of the meadow of stillness. 
It laughs. 
It attacks the desert of anger... 
Their fool forgets me. 
Have my houses extinguished my thoughts..? 
It rages, lustfully. 
Have the enchantments forgot my tornadoes..? 
Yet stay; the mother yearning after a wicked grass fears an unknown werebeast, lustfully. 
In the modern world it is totemic... 
My magyckal termites howl in the woe. 
A dragon stretching beyond a cruel rock drifts , yet their sinuous martyrs laugh flowing from a mirage. 
When all's done, flaming riches consume a wet rainbow, piteously.