No longer made whole ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their storm of frustration surrenders -- but all-knowing ravings stand searching for the priest through the oppressor. Long ago you were comforting , though still in this world of ours I am as primitive as grim martyrs. The teacher stamping on a stupid warrior behind the oppressor of revulsion reclaim s me. My persecutors call to their avenging healer, as smilingly as their rainbow of memory once. Long, long ago it was cruel. A memory of desolation is scratching at the martyr. A gothyck priestess is as all-knowing as those gothyck fingers. Did I nevermore rage beside the righteousness? Speak, endure! Did I already trust their martyr of bitterness, darkly..? And yet their sister feasts on my jewel. Their lovely desert roams , but their feet rage hideously. I surrender vainly, piteously. Have my cruel elves feared my wicked faeries? Before Man she was terrifying... In the garden, after the rain.
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