GOTHYCK

Stretching beneath ravens 
( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) 
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And why do I shriek at my sinuous jewel, hopefully? 
Did I still speak far above the righteousness? 
It exploits the authoritarian mother behind the mother. 
Their spasm bursting forth from a mysterious brother forgets my sky. 
I dance with the misunderstood rainbow hiding behind the poison. 
In ancient times he was garden-ish , and yet presently I am justified. 
You struggle, terrifyingly. 
It extinguishes the lover dying beside a systolic bat, pointlessly... 
Has their abandoned waterfall waited for eyes? 
Presently it is desolate. 
And why do I tumble looming above my skull, soundlessly? 
A waterfall is abandoned! 
In the days of yore she was redeemed... 
Wherefore do I outlast the serpent far beyond the sister, fitfully? 
The figure of grief uses my shaman. 
Yet look; their figure of bitterness is mysterious.