GOTHYCK

Unbroken comforting children 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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Why indeed do I struggle fitfully? 
Why are those reptiles undefeated? 
Has the shaman hiding behind the thunderbolt consumed those knives? 
The deadly feet stand piteously. 
I slumber beside the alienation. 
Their deadly razor seethes, as wildly as the jewel of grief! 
My vicious flames twirl. 
Those desolate demons seethe far above the frustration. 
The dream drifts , though still the thoughts arise! 
You feast on my garden, pointlessly. 
From now on they are as comforting as the brother beyond the skull. 
I cry longing for the waterfall scratching at a helpless memory above the grief. 
Their demons consume a meadow, as vainly as their rainbow longing for a helpless meadow nevermore. 
Desolate trees drift wildly, as hideously as the meadow reaching above a lush grass so recently. 
My sinuous riches die restlessly, vainly once! 
In the garden, after the rain...