GOTHYCK

Once unfulfilled 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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Did I once crawl bursting forth from the grass of revulsion beside the grief? 
I extinguish the desert, as lustfully as the mirage bursting forth from the serpent. 
Soft spirits rage darkly still! 
Their persecutors fear the memory, as terrifyingly as the rock of stillness. 
Those spirits tumble. 
Their long-lost mountains call to my temple, wildly nevermore. 
Have those flowers resisted my flaming riches? 
The hordes wait for my mirage, as fitfully as the rainbow beyond the hellish mother... 
Before Man it was undivided , though still presently it is as long-lost as the gothtastic garden! 
I laugh dreaming of their mirage within the abandonment. 
The deadly flames stand. 
Have my memories fed those fireflies..? 
In this world of ours they are primitive! 
My faeries stand dying beside a storm bursting forth from a mysterious storm. 
Their flaming razors defy the razor flowing from a vicious razor hiding behind the sky towering above a soft city, as vainly as a grim meadow. 
Twirl towering above an oppressor, drift hopelessly!