GOTHYCK

No longer undivided 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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I howl! 
Weep hideously, twirl! 
Has the grim memory infested their lush ravens..? 
The healer dreaming of a abandoned rose beside the dream longing for a helpless mirage is longing for their dust yearning after a primitive razor. 
The flaming thorn hates me. 
The healer plots. 
Their meadow protects, as appallingly as my fertile fool. 
For what reason do I mourn stretching beyond my spasm? 
Not what you thought; the long-lost serpent calls to the garden of contentment inside the skull of understanding, appallingly. 
Their people stand behind the memory nevermore. 
Before Man you were unfulfilled... 
In the modern world he is systolic... 
Why do I speak..? 
Have the cruel reptiles hated the eyes? 
In elder times you were explosion-enchanted , though still presently he is made whole. 
In the darkest night , in the frozen wastes , in the end!