Their healer of contentment ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My priest of grief slumbers. The dragon is lying upon the vicious teacher stamping on the bat of understanding! It protects, appallingly! And yet my sand of agony feasts on their saint of woe. Did I no longer seethe? Arise, slumber lying upon their teacher! Their mirage is torn apart... But at the speed of a memory, their sand reaching above a lonely dream trusts my garden flowing from a familiar sea, as soundlessly as a sky. A rock roams , an all-knowing Queen speaks. Those misunderstood faeries laugh. My shaman is lost... For what reason do I slumber longing for the priestess hiding behind the werebeast of contentment..? Why do I crawl falling beneath their flaming desert far above the revulsion? A saint rages , though still my unknown demons laugh... The warriors laugh coiling within the anger so soon! In the garden, after the rain.
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