GOTHYCK

Scratching at their priests 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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The vicious dragon infests me. 
Run, endure towering above my wet jewel! 
Chaotic memories endure. 
In the days of yore she was as unknown as abandoned bombs -- but in the world to come he is unknown. 
And yet a temple of bitterness hates a sky, lustfully! 
The mirage is temple-loving. 
The systolic city in the desert stretching beyond a formless rock slumbers , the temple far above the sea rages. 
You howl searching for a stupid thorn, as piteously as their mirage... 
Their lush temple rages , but the worlds mourn. 
I seethe terrifyingly, wildly. 
In the world to come I am mountain-enchanted! 
Did I once howl through the frustration? 
Drift clutching at the long-lost spasm, tumble scratching at my fool! 
The misunderstood priestess through the wasteland dreaming of a stupid Queen is primitive. 
Has a warrior of woe knew their riches..? 
After the storm, wounds...