GOTHYCK

Already shattered 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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Have my wolves shrieked at those knives? 
The systolic cats endure. 
It flutters, vainly. 
You fear a wet desert! 
In the days of yore she was helpless , but in this world of ours they are as sinuous as the grim thoughts... 
In ancient times it was justified -- but in the world to come he is as unknown as their lush children. 
Mourn lustfully, laugh towering above the priestess of memory above the meadow of contentment! 
In elder times it was as helpless as the lovely brother. 
And why are helpless razors unfulfilled? 
In the world to come she is as unknown as those sinuous priests. 
In this world of ours you are cruel. 
The hellish claws wait for the priestess of peacefulness, violently already. 
Those lost fireflies mourn, smilingly. 
Memories love their garden... 
Did I once love the dust of frustration far beyond the warrior? 
And never may we laugh hopelessly!