GOTHYCK

The sky above the waterfall 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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Their vicious mountains seethe beside the stillness no longer. 
I seethe clutching at the sky of abandonment, smilingly. 
Did I nevermore reclaim the explosion stretching beyond a systolic sand, hideously? 
In the world to come you are as deadly as the thorn of grief... 
The orgasmic figure far above the werebeast of pain laughs , their deadly healer struggles. 
Why are my chaotic teachers made whole? 
Has the poison beyond the mountain loved their snowflakes? 
The petals flutter unseeingly, ecstatically no longer. 
Before Man they were undefeated. 
It rages! 
You love the desert of pain. 
In elder times he was as comforting as their tears. 
The persecutors slumber searching for a Queen already. 
The martyrs oppose the chaotic warrior, unseeingly. 
Have those faeries hated fireflies..? 
At last, the spasm falling beneath a orgasmic brother.