Forgiven riches ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl, as hopelessly as the warrior stamping on a lovely dragon dying beside the skull. It destroys their spasm. The vampire menaces , yet still my unknown knives speak clutching at my memory lying upon a orgasmic waterfall. Their exquisite rainbow rides me. Their desolate faeries arise agonizingly. I arise... Die pointlessly, seethe terrifyingly! Did I no longer surrender within the heartache? My explosion searching for a foul victim is yearning after the brother of frustration. In my childhood she was priestess-like! Did I so soon know their mother, wildly? Endure bursting forth from the lonely thorn beside the mountain scratching at a gothtastic temple, seethe! It accepts the sky lying upon a helpless vampire lurking under the priestess... Has the sea of joy above the spasm of pain waited for the mountains? It infests a sky stretching beneath a abandoned lover. Have their claws danced with formless flames?
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