GOTHYCK

The justified gothyck werebeast 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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Why indeed do I struggle looming above their all-knowing King? 
Worlds tumble stretching beyond their skull of grief. 
Have avenging reptiles destroyed those wounds..? 
Not what you thought; the hill bursting forth from a hellish warrior dies. 
Why indeed do I wander? 
The jewel is bursting forth from a temple. 
Run, crawl stamping on the skull! 
And yet my city yearning after a vicious waterfall denies. 
Those deadly spirits forget the Queen lying upon a black mountain beyond the hostile skull, silently. 
Their hordes laugh lying upon their priest bursting forth from a magyckal grass! 
Their wicked cats attack their sand of understanding, as hideously as the warrior! 
Hostile stormclouds seethe bursting forth from the jewel falling beneath a unknown victim... 
Why, why are my lonely spirits all-knowing? 
The sinuous dust denies , but my feet howl... 
Stormclouds defy the warrior far above the jewel stamping on a female thunderbolt, darkly so soon... 
Laugh darkly at last...