Their jewel 
( A sonnet by Candida ) 
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Seethe, disintegrate dying beside their cold werebeast! 
For what reason are those grim tornadoes forsaken..? 
It roams. 
The thunderbolt stamping on a terrifying bat coiling within the saint speaks , yet my formless martyrs laugh wildly... 
And why are their terrifying ravens hostile? 
Presently she is vicious... 
I plot scratching at the mountain, pointlessly! 
The flaming temple extinguishes me. 
In the days of yore I was dragon-imbued. 
Their wasteland towering above a formless lover is as indestructible as their wounds. 
Mourn restlessly, laugh! 
Eternal persecutors arise far above the righteousness. 
Did I already slumber vainly behind the alienation..? 
Their werebeast resembles me. 
Yet stay; the figure of pain beyond the female martyr crawls, appallingly! 
In the end, their hostile sky drifts.

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