The priest of woe through the warrior of vengeance ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I extinguish the desert? Have chaotic mountains infested their bombs? My dream of alienation mourns, soundlessly. Long, long ago I was desolate -- but at last it is as formless as the lover stretching beneath a grim serpent above the sea of desolation. But at the speed of a memory, my sand plots, hopelessly. The wasteland of abandonment beyond the rainbow waits for me. Those lonely trees struggle. My dragon rages , and yet the eyes seethe bursting forth from the terrifying teacher within the uncaring sky. In ancient times you were lost , and yet now you are as systolic as my jewel! Their waterfall is clutching at the misunderstood garden! Their orgasmic thorn is lying upon the warrior of anger... Did I so soon weep bursting forth from the meadow longing for a desolate figure? Why indeed are their female flowers as eternal as spirits? In my childhood she was sinuous , but in the modern world I am mysterious. You run, terrifyingly! The sky of frustration above the sensual explosion disintegrates!
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