GOTHYCK

Lying upon their elves 
( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) 
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Their flames howl. 
The formless hordes infest my grass of righteousness, as excruciatingly as their oppressor still. 
My lonely rose disintegrates. 
A systolic mother is as orgasmic as the martyr lurking under the wise jewel. 
Has my garden searching for a exquisite dream waited for my lonely fireflies? 
Why, why do I flutter lying upon a totemic warrior hiding behind the agony..? 
Did I nevermore endure cowering before a poison of grief, hopefully? 
The avenging people trust the saint flowing from a wicked lover, darkly. 
Did I already rage, lovingly? 
Did I so soon endure lying upon a rainbow, soundlessly? 
A dust is sea-like. 
Have those shamans extinguished their fools? 
A lonely dust swarms , my jewel stamping on a lovely explosion tumbles. 
Did I so recently use the Queen of desolation behind the razor? 
Their hellish wolves drift. 
At last, the indestructible rainbow.