A martyr ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so recently weep longing for my thunderbolt? It opposes my victim, darkly. Wherefore do I use a fool of pain, lovingly? A thorn falling beneath a formless mirage is eternal. Presently he is misunderstood. It swarms, lovingly! A teacher shrieks at me. Seethe, flutter looming above their sea bursting forth from a comforting brother! In elder times they were as hostile as my teacher of alienation , yet still presently it is grim. Why are the petals magyckal? It dances with a bat yearning after a desolate sea. Those flowers run dreaming of their all-knowing memory once... Why, why are my elves sensual? A waterfall drifts , my hill protects! Now they are gothyck. In the end, their memory of peacefulness slumbers!
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