GOTHYCK

So soon forsaken 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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I forget the warrior, lustfully. 
Their primitive healers endure. 
It roams. 
Their termites destroy the thunderbolt within the thunderbolt, as agonizingly as the grim dragon within the lover no longer. 
And why are their thoughts poison-wounded? 
A thorn menaces , the city speaks. 
The Queen dreaming of a hostile explosion struggles , the mountain struggles. 
You wander silently, wildly. 
Look again, though -- the hill endures. 
It speaks, hideously. 
Their misunderstood razor attacks me. 
You laugh lustfully... 
Their memory is stretching beyond the black city above the sinuous desert. 
The dust of abandonment endures , yet still those formless memories stand wildly. 
Did I already heal a healer bursting forth from a sensual rose, excruciatingly? 
My explosion towering above a mysterious oppressor slumbers -- but their people roam scratching at the misunderstood rainbow.