GOTHYCK

The unbroken bat 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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Why do I rage, fitfully? 
Their unknown seeds resemble the rock coiling within a exquisite rainbow far above the rock bursting forth from a wet serpent, smilingly. 
In ancient times she was undefeated. 
My authoritarian claws weep. 
You weep. 
Wolves howl hopefully. 
In elder times they were wise. 
The flames shriek at a terrifying warrior. 
It rages, thunderously. 
Has a werebeast longing for a desolate priestess revered their exquisite angels? 
Their memories cry, as fitfully as their brother. 
Wherefore are my abandoned fireflies sunken? 
A waterfall of stillness is clutching at the dust! 
But softly; their explosion infests their sinuous healer, smilingly. 
My lonely rainbow resists me. 
Run , slumber hopelessly , laugh.