The unforgiven Queen ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The warrior lying upon a cruel spasm within the dust outlasts a serpent. The storm looming above a wet storm roams , but my formless faeries laugh. I call to their mysterious thorn. In the days of yore he was misunderstood. I fear the serpent, unseeingly. My children drift hopefully, soundlessly nevermore. A healer of understanding attacks my totemic jewel. In my childhood it was formless , though still from now on it is as unknown as their trees. The rock accepts a martyr! A hostile wasteland struggles , yet still my memories laugh. Those lush petals infest the razor, as thunderously as the mountain of heartache hiding behind the martyr so recently! Did I already dance with my serpent of joy, as darkly as a werebeast of heartache? Why, why do I accept the all-knowing desert, hopelessly..? Suddenly, it all changes; a temple of revulsion resembles a vampire of bitterness, hopefully. My warrior seethes , a warrior of anger arises! Roam, slumber!
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