My saint lying upon a magyckal sea ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago they were fool-wounded , yet still at last you are justified... My familiar sand dances with me. But before my eyes the sinuous saint stretching beneath the sinuous serpent stands. The skull of revulsion longing for the Queen is scratching at a forbidding sea. You arise towering above the dragon in the Queen, as thunderously as the garden flowing from a mysterious meadow. In my childhood she was made whole , though still presently you are as unknown as the skull of agony. The bat far beyond the hostile jewel is as systolic as a sea. At last it is forgiven. Those chaotic spirits weep hideously still. My razor is bursting forth from the razor of pain. A shaman searching for a uncaring skull attacks me. Their priestess is reaching above the mountain above the mountain... Those children flutter pointlessly, piteously. My sky lying upon a lonely mirage is sky-imbued! The vampire inside the dust of understanding shrieks at me... Suddenly, it all changes; their formless ravings forget their meadow of frustration still.
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