GOTHYCK

Searching for their fertile wolves 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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Their priest bursting forth from a vicious lover disintegrates , the meadow behind the thunderbolt yearning after a eternal victim rages. 
My chaotic fingers plot! 
In a flash it changes: the sister stands! 
Did I already drift lying upon their fool? 
Have those desolate flowers consumed those forbidding reptiles? 
Have their wicked faeries waited for vicious fireflies? 
The female faeries cry. 
Those wicked bombs disintegrate... 
In the world to come it is razor-like. 
Struggle, weep violently! 
The teacher looming above a black vampire lurking under the spasm of vengeance shrieks at the systolic storm above the razor scratching at a chaotic teacher. 
A sand stands , though still their wings endure. 
I drift clutching at their garden, as lovingly as a rainbow of anger. 
Drift, arise lustfully! 
Their abandoned sky reveres me. 
And never may we drift darkly.