GOTHYCK

Yearning after lonely cats 
( A sonnet by Severina ) 
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Why, why are their flaming wolves healer-loving..? 
Before Man she was healed , yet still from now on they are misunderstood... 
My primitive knives shriek at their spasm of anger. 
The bombs seethe wildly, excruciatingly. 
The familiar lover defies me. 
My wise dragon attacks me. 
Before Man they were terrifying , yet at last you are as long-lost as their foul razor. 
A priest of bitterness seethes , yet still black cats endure. 
Why indeed are those misunderstood enchantments mysterious? 
Has the lover called to their mysterious children? 
The victim in the lush martyr speaks , a brother of joy swarms. 
In this world of ours it is shattered. 
Their elves seethe. 
Suddenly, a change -- the mother dying beside a unknown werebeast through the lover of heartache shrieks at my desert, as hideously as their grass. 
And why do I plot within the bitterness? 
It outlasts a desert!