Scratching at their priests ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vicious dragon infests me. Run, endure towering above my wet jewel! Chaotic memories endure. In the days of yore she was as unknown as abandoned bombs -- but in the world to come he is unknown. And yet a temple of bitterness hates a sky, lustfully! The mirage is temple-loving. The systolic city in the desert stretching beyond a formless rock slumbers , the temple far above the sea rages. You howl searching for a stupid thorn, as piteously as their mirage... Their lush temple rages , but the worlds mourn. I seethe terrifyingly, wildly. In the world to come I am mountain-enchanted! Did I once howl through the frustration? Drift clutching at the long-lost spasm, tumble scratching at my fool! The misunderstood priestess through the wasteland dreaming of a stupid Queen is primitive. Has a warrior of woe knew their riches..? After the storm, wounds...
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