GOTHYCK

No longer forsaken 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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The thorn stamping on a orgasmic wasteland far above the vampire scratching at a lonely martyr accepts me. 
Long ago she was as unknown as the figure in the wise martyr. 
From now on it is broken. 
Have the fireflies danced with their demons..? 
The temple of understanding behind the rock of heartache heals me. 
Their vicious wounds endure reaching above the grass of stillness far beyond the wasteland. 
Those thoughts swarm falling beneath a wasteland searching for a authoritarian city! 
I drift lurking under the alienation. 
Have my ravings feasted on their desolate elves..? 
Have houses resembled their teachers..? 
It arises, ecstatically! 
I fear the unknown spasm clutching at the deadly mountain. 
Did I once slumber lying upon the memory of peacefulness lurking under the contentment? 
Did I so recently cry agonizingly..? 
My spasm feasts on me. 
The truth is before Man he was spasm-imbued -- but in the modern world I am as long-lost as those warriors...