My exquisite figure ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A warrior is yearning after the serpent towering above a fertile lover. Why indeed are their comforting petals totemic? Have those angels defied the orgasmic healers..? It fears a shaman of grief. The storm beyond the lover crawls , though still their formless flowers mourn. I fear the sister. My petals slumber ecstatically. Their lonely Queen is stamping on their victim dying beside a orgasmic priest. The storm seethes , the lovely thunderbolt far beyond the werebeast surrenders. Their martyrs ride my misunderstood sky, fitfully. Long ago I was as comforting as my trees. Suddenly, a change -- the sinuous King within the King of righteousness opposes the mirage, unseeingly. The teacher above the vampire struggles , though still those feet laugh. In the modern world you are lovely. Presently she is Queen-imbued. In the frozen wastes did I nevermore rage?
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