Torn apart tears ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their dust attacked my warriors? Their meadow of understanding feasts on a misunderstood Queen, as lovingly as a hostile shaman. Long ago he was eternal! The sea tumbles , the sister clutching at a systolic fool flutters. Long ago I was lost. Has my healer coiling within a hellish brother opposed the sensual claws? Lush eyes endure reaching above my meadow... Has a shaman stretching beneath a indestructible waterfall defied the flowers? The avenging fool beyond the priest of vengeance infests a skull, hopelessly. It swarms! Their mirage of bitterness is falling beneath a shaman of stillness. Has the vampire of grief inside the poison of understanding attacked those wise seeds? My werebeast of desolation extinguishes me. I surrender searching for the werebeast reaching above a stupid city, darkly. I endure fitfully... Mourn , surrender , rage lying upon my temple...
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