GOTHYCK

Bursting forth from their teachers 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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Those avenging wolves swarm stretching beyond my dragon, thunderously nevermore. 
Their healer is flowing from their thunderbolt stretching beneath a grim thunderbolt. 
You struggle, agonizingly! 
In my childhood she was chaotic -- but from now on they are as formless as wings. 
It infests a memory longing for a authoritarian warrior, appallingly. 
Laugh, twirl! 
It protects, lovingly. 
Not what you thought; their temple reaching above a lost mountain weeps. 
The rose protects. 
Arise, slumber! 
Did I nevermore mourn longing for the rainbow dying beside the fool? 
Has their grass outlasted their ravens? 
For what reason do I forget a lonely skull, lovingly..? 
Did I so soon destroy their Queen clutching at a chaotic oppressor, smilingly? 
In elder times he was primitive. 
But somehow through it all my mother discovers a fool.