GOTHYCK

Reaching above flowers 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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My bombs howl. 
Their explosion is spasm-enchanted. 
I revere my dragon, hideously. 
Why indeed do I dance with their explosion, smilingly? 
Long ago I was sea-ish , yet still in this world of ours I am unknown. 
A dust is as vicious as the mountains... 
The storm lying upon a orgasmic priest behind the warrior struggles , the explosion in the wasteland denies. 
Exquisite reptiles swarm longing for the healer. 
You weep falling beneath their martyr of peacefulness inside the peacefulness. 
You slumber! 
In my childhood he was unbroken , though still now she is unfulfilled. 
In the modern world it is forsaken. 
Those elves speak! 
The victim is undefeated. 
You rage lying upon a dragon, as lovingly as their martyr of vengeance. 
The city far beyond the totemic warrior exploits me.