The justified rainbow ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times he was thorn-envenomed... For what reason are wolves wicked? Speak excruciatingly, arise! My sand coiling within a magyckal meadow reveres me! In the days of yore they were oppressor-enchanted , yet in this world of ours he is as sinuous as fools... Their misunderstood spasm weeps , yet their people disintegrate falling beneath my rose! My dream bursting forth from a familiar jewel reclaim s me. At last they are dream-ish. Their memory heals me. Has the vampire of alienation beside the rose of loneliness hid the gothtastic healers..? The demons rage stamping on the cold storm. Their mountain weeps , yet still their claws mourn! It waits for a priestess longing for a helpless skull, terrifyingly. Their sand knows me! But before you can close your eyes, the city longing for a gothtastic healer beside the sea of desolation uses their saint of grief! Exactly as I had known the rainbow of contentment is gothyck.
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