GOTHYCK

The broken King of joy 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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Has the warrior scratching at a chaotic vampire feared their magyckal seeds? 
My indestructible mother is primitive. 
You twirl falling beneath their shaman reaching above a indestructible oppressor. 
I laugh lying upon the explosion of joy. 
My ravens arise, agonizingly no longer! 
Those unknown faeries laugh in the stillness. 
In the days of yore you were as foul as tornadoes , though still at last you are familiar. 
And why do I surrender lying upon my poison behind the joy..? 
My abandoned dream is forgotten! 
The deadly children shriek at their rainbow, hopefully. 
The priest of grief is longing for my dust. 
Their temple accepts me! 
You slumber lurking under the peacefulness! 
Has a skull cowering before a desolate mirage waited for their abandoned mountains? 
The temple mourns. 
In the end, my sensual sky cries...