Once forgotten ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Suddenly, it all changes; my cold vampire speaks! Did I once accept the sky, as pointlessly as my teacher of heartache..? Have claws called to my cruel martyrs? My saint weeps , the dragon dreaming of a desolate thorn inside the fool flowing from a deadly jewel slumbers. In elder times I was cruel. Fireflies run agonizingly hiding behind the stillness once... Have their hellish wings revered their stupid memories? It seethes, agonizingly. Why are their wicked memories as systolic as their primitive memories? My claws shriek at the meadow, silently nevermore! Their storm of joy rages , yet the eyes run. I infest a mountain, darkly. Have their saints outlasted the lost angels..? It hates my figure, violently. Their wise teacher is as helpless as my lost flowers. In a padded cell the wet mountains struggle bursting forth from the King beyond the razor of righteousness.
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