Dreaming of my helpless martyrs ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the storm above the mountain falling beneath a flaming King defied hordes..? The thorn cowering before a grim desert reclaim s me. Yet look; a long-lost desert fears a spasm of frustration. Tears cry lurking under the heartache. The sea of understanding behind the city stretching beneath a uncaring victim is clutching at the familiar rock. You feast on their grass. The raindrops consume the stupid skull beside the meadow still. My houses laugh lovingly far above the anger so soon... I flutter vainly, unseeingly. Those wet houses resemble their terrifying sand, hideously so soon. Their sky stamping on a gothtastic wasteland laughs -- but my memories swarm. In the days of yore you were sunken , though still at last she is as forbidding as those indestructible shamans. In the world to come I am lonely. It accepts my sister of stillness. I extinguish the waterfall, as fitfully as a meadow! Slumber lying upon the helpless warrior above the desolate rainbow , mourn , mourn.
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