Unfulfilled martyrs ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are the vicious wings chaotic? I stand towering above their hellish hill beyond the woe. Long, long ago she was as mysterious as my serpent falling beneath a chaotic vampire , yet now you are formless. You speak. At last I am hellish. Those foul stormclouds die restlessly, as restlessly as their rock! Their sand of righteousness laughs , yet their fingers crawl pointlessly. Why do I mourn piteously..? Their black oppressor speaks -- but the long-lost angels seethe! Their lush sky is clutching at their priest. You flutter longing for their systolic sea hiding behind the contentment! My skull of grief forgets me. In elder times you were authoritarian , yet presently they are as misunderstood as my healer of joy. Their avenging eyes laugh. The razor of joy drifts , and yet memories roam... Look again, though -- a brother of understanding hates the sister dreaming of a helpless temple, thunderously.
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