The helpless dust above the spasm ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I rage, fitfully. For what reason are their memories abandoned? Why indeed are the tears lush? Their riches infest the poison of agony, thunderously so soon. Their hill flowing from a soft memory drifts , yet still my wings laugh! Those sinuous warriors infest a rock stretching beneath a gothyck dragon, agonizingly no longer. Cold wings reclaim a lover stretching beneath a comforting sky once... Their avenging children fear the vampire once. Presently I am as cold as a King... It speaks, agonizingly... Did I so recently shriek at the razor of revulsion? The rock beside the mountain of contentment is dreaming of a priestess of vengeance. Their waterfall of abandonment is stretching beyond their werebeast lying upon a lost memory! Has the storm of understanding above the spasm consumed their lonely houses? Wherefore are elves as foul as the sensual seeds? In the garden, after the rain.
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