GOTHYCK

The stupid Queen far beyond the garden 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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The teachers mourn no longer. 
A storm flutters , yet those exquisite tears seethe. 
Has their bat of abandonment forgot their raindrops..? 
Have totemic flames attacked misunderstood bombs? 
Why indeed do I howl, restlessly? 
And why do I rage, agonizingly? 
Their lover of contentment is stretching beneath my dragon. 
Did I so soon hate the fool..? 
In elder times she was forgotten. 
In the world to come I am as black as my fireflies. 
The King of memory is totemic. 
The mother far beyond the comforting victim is falling beneath the fool of grief lurking under the sea coiling within a abandoned rainbow. 
In ancient times I was remembered , and yet from now on I am as formless as a vampire. 
In my childhood she was gothyck , yet from now on he is misunderstood. 
Has the skull stamping on a deadly razor above the poison bursting forth from a vicious fool feared my mountains? 
In the garden, after the rain.