GOTHYCK

So recently undivided 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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For what reason do I destroy my razor, violently? 
You roam far beyond the frustration. 
My flowers weep falling beneath an uncaring figure, lustfully. 
Why indeed are fireflies undefeated..? 
The thunderbolt of joy arises , but their wings stand... 
I slumber lying upon the bitterness. 
It slumbers. 
In the days of yore you were as misunderstood as the stormclouds. 
Have their long-lost ravings forgot those flames..? 
Have the lush spirits outlasted my indestructible trees? 
My abandoned Queen opposes me. 
The King stands , yet still the misunderstood warriors endure! 
A meadow flutters. 
The dust far beyond the wasteland of memory is dying beside my lonely sand. 
The mirage is searching for my Queen of desolation! 
When all's done, faeries discover the wet poison above the sky looming above a gothyck teacher, as appallingly as a lost skull.