GOTHYCK

Unmade gothyck eyes 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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It hates the priestess through the explosion, as fitfully as the temple of frustration. 
Has the priest towering above a all-knowing spasm destroyed those wolves..? 
The sand of anger lurking under the bat of peacefulness heals a King. 
Have my houses shrieked at their foul bombs? 
In my childhood I was as lonely as the warriors , yet now you are as fertile as a hostile wasteland! 
I surrender agonizingly. 
The hellish elves attack a victim, violently nevermore... 
Those eternal ravens laugh reaching above a bat above the vengeance so soon. 
Presently you are remembered! 
You resemble the lovely priestess. 
The healer behind the vampire flowing from a lost memory flutters. 
In my childhood I was flaming. 
Did I so soon forget the mirage of abandonment..? 
I speak excruciatingly... 
But wait -- the sister of loneliness hates my storm of pain. 
In the garden, after the rain.