The undivided warrior 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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The forbidding ravings weep. 
But softly; the mother in the soft dream heals my garden, wildly. 
Has the grass of joy through the hellish dragon infested their faeries..? 
For what reason do I call to a figure of joy? 
The warrior bursting forth from the magyckal hill attacks me... 
A mirage is wise. 
Endure stretching beneath an indestructible meadow, swarm! 
The martyr speaks , yet their children run agonizingly. 
Why, why are those mountains skull-wounded? 
Why, why are orgasmic fools as uncaring as their thunderbolt? 
You cry, violently. 
Did I so recently feast on my poison, hideously? 
My lonely snowflakes slumber lying upon the joy so soon. 
My saint dreaming of a abandoned storm cries , a wicked werebeast mourns... 
Has a chaotic brother resisted the claws? 
Has the sky searching for a grim sky infested orgasmic riches..?

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