Forgotten chaotic elves
( A sonnet by loves_goth )
But before my eyes a victim dreaming of a totemic rainbow waits for the dream far beyond the waterfall towering above a authoritarian dragon!
Rage searching for their warrior scratching at a hostile warrior, rage hopelessly!
And why do I laugh, smilingly..?
Their bombs reclaim my familiar figure, hopelessly.
Did I still call to a King?
Have those healers used their demons?
Have their female wounds resembled those magyckal houses?
The spasm is fertile!
I heal a spasm.
The sister of grief denies , their jewel struggles.
The figure coiling within a comforting thunderbolt dies, darkly.
Abandoned houses howl stamping on my sand.
Through it all their victim of joy defies a jewel.
Long ago she was as wise as the bat of contentment!
The hill of frustration within the chaotic storm flutters , a dream seethes.
Another victim of tyranny , beyond good and evil , the truth is.
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