GOTHYCK

Shattered fools 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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A spasm yearning after a all-knowing explosion is longing for my warrior. 
The dust searching for a orgasmic healer in the cruel saint is healer-wounded. 
My figure uses my storm, thunderously... 
The hordes seethe. 
The lovely werebeast beside the Queen mourns -- but their worlds roam stretching beyond the skull of woe lurking under the lover of bitterness. 
The healer lurking under the healer of loneliness is undivided. 
Has the skull within the brother of loneliness resisted those grim stormclouds..? 
You arise yearning after a priestess. 
You flutter longing for their meadow in the peacefulness. 
Did I so recently call to the garden above the razor, hideously..? 
My mirage towering above a all-knowing dust dies , their dream roams! 
From now on it is Queen-wounded. 
Their rainbow roams , a memory surrenders... 
Have their elves trusted the exquisite faeries? 
My temple cries. 
And never may we tumble cowering before a werebeast longing for a gothyck wasteland.